Misspelling... get it? Get it?

[Peter couldn' help smirking at he was thinking about Stiles calling him. He was trying a spell. A spell. Not a potion or something more practical, but a damn spell form the books they got from the vault. Of course, it bound to fail, but Peter had to admit Stiles had guts.

Though he also reminded himself to warn the idiot for dangerous experiments with spells.

Either way, to not to discourage the boy, Peter decided to take him on a date. He wanted to have a good steak too anyway.]

So tell me, what were you trying to achieve again?

[He asks as they get out of Stiles' jeep to walk to the restaurant.]