“What’s wrong?”
“Stiles is cooking.”
He sighs. “How bad is it?”
“He’s making cookies.”
“Shit. I’ll be right there.”
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“What’s wrong?”
“Stiles is cooking.”
He sighs. “How bad is it?”
“He’s making cookies.”
“Shit. I’ll be right there.”
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For @sterekdrabbles words: green, panic and save.
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“Did you get the green onions?” Derek asks.
“Yes. Jesus.” He rolls his eyes. He shouldn't have encouraged Derek to embrace his talents at cooking.
“And the basil? What about the tomatoes? They have to—”
“—to be the little cherry thingies. I know.”
The sound of chopping stops in background of the call. “Are you sure—”
“Yes. Listen, I know you’re panicking over having the pack over. But I know that all your food is amazing. And yes, I got basil, from the brand you like. I’m saving the day, as promised.” Stiles listens to Derek breathe deeply. “Okay?”
“Okay.”