The most offended look possible filled Stiles' face at the mere hint he might not be too sneaky. "Look here, buddy, I'll have you know I'm the top of sneaky. Nay, I'm the crowned king of the kingdom of sneaky!" Then to prove his very important point, he moved around to the side entrance of the kitchen, doing just fine with sliding inside until he managed to swipe his hip against a row of pots and crash them to the ground. The loud clang even seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. The cafeteria people weren't in yet but someone would still hear his disaster of clanging.

"Oh my god!" Stiles exclaimed, standing in the middle of all the fallen pots, rubbing absently along the hip he injured. Why did these things happen to him? Springing back into action, he flung open the fridge and started grabbing things out. He did the same with a nearby cupboard.