Hamish and Lilith
This scene is taking place before season 1, when the order did not know about the wolves and Jack was not a werewolf yet. Basically just Hamish and Lilith hanging out.
"Dude," Lilith called, "You know what the best thing is about being a werewolf?"
"What?"
"Smelling the French toast they are making for lunch at the dining hall, at breakfast, so I know whether to get there early or not."
Hamish chuckled, "I see you are putting your newfound skills to good use."
"I mean what else should we use it for. I kill plenty of random magic users all over the place. But what we should really do is take it to the order."
Hamish sighed, "Lil-"
"I know. I know. We have to wait for the opportunity. But. Even if we have fewer people we could take them down with a surprise attack. We can take down their numbers slowly and eventually they'll make a mistake."
"Lilith, your plan has potential, but we're not there yet. For now we gather information. The Order is expansive. We don't have the resources. But you know what we do have? A bar."
Lilith laughed, "Got it, got it. Do the grunt work, get the pay off. I just want to fucking do something."
"Wanna drink?"
"I always wanna drink. What I really want is to hit those bastards where it hurts." Lilith takes the drink, sits on the couch, and pulls out her computer. "For now I will just fight bigoted, racist, sexist fucks through angry emails and essays."
Hamish smiled and raised his glass to her. "To fighting racist, sexist, bigots!"
"Here, here!"
"When you finish, wanna play pong?"
"You bet your ass I do. Give me 20 minutes."
Hamish smiled and started setting out cups. Distracting Lilith with competition always worked.