Only Creepy Now In Spirit Mansion | Thursday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Okay, Stiles wanted to at least be a little bit impressive with his final project in Dr. Lecter's class, which would be why he wasn't going to write a paper or make peanut butter and jelly. Instead he had asked his dad to send one of his mother's old cookbooks and was attempting to make knedle serowo-truskawkowe. It was something she used to make for him and Scott when they were kids.

"Attempting" being the key word here. The first batch for his trial run was a burnt mess so now he was starting over, getting a fresh sheen of flour all over everything in the kitchen. It covered up the chunks of unused dough and smushed up strawberries from the first batch nicely.

At least he hadn't tried to make golabki. Then the kitchen would stink like cabbage in addition to being a mess.

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[justlurkinghere]

"What." Look, you'd be at a loss if you came home to someone destroying your kitchen too. "Is something burning?"

[robinonadderall]

"Not anymore." Something was burning but it got tossed into the sink and covered in water. It was still in there actually.

[justlurkinghere]

"Right." Derek was still making his 'oh god, oh god my life is the worst' face at Stiles for this. "You're cleaning all of this up."

[robinonadderall]

"No, Derek, I thought I'd leave it all here for you and Mike."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just grumbled in response, glaring at the strawberries. "This is for a class."

Right? Because he made you delicious hate cupcakes, Stiles. Not mushy lumps of food poisoning.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, Dr. Lecter's class," Stiles said. "Why else would I be cooking? I hate it."

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't know why you do a lot of things," Derek replied, giving the recipe a once over. Yeah, he had no idea how to pronounce that.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles looked over from where he was about elbow deep in dough to see what Derek was looking at. "Knedle serowo-truskawkowe. It's Polish. Basically it's dumplings with strawberries and cheese inside."

[justlurkinghere]

"You speak Polish?"

[robinonadderall]

"A little. Mostly food names and insults," he said. "My entire family's Polish, I thought my first name would give that away."

You know, the completely unpronounceable one.

[justlurkinghere]

"I thought it was a very unfortunate typo," Derek admitted. Because seriously.

He pulled the recipe over, dusting off the flour with his hand. "How did you manage to screw this up?"

[robinonadderall]

"Because there's dough involved with flour and stuff." He was pretty much covered in flour. Good thing he was wearing Derek's shirt. "And fruit. And cheese. And baking. How could I not mess it up?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes dramatically at that. Because there were instructions, Stiles! Instructions! Also, Derek was a drama queen. So.

"Did you measure things?"

[newroutines]

Getting home from a quick work jaunt on the mainland, Mike couldn't even manage surprise at the state of the kitchen anymore. It was what it was when you had Stiles running around the house all the time.

"Someone not me better be cleaning all this up, I'm just sayin'."

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, I'll totally clean it up," Stiles said. "And then Derek will clean up after I clean up."

Because Stiles wasn't very good at cleaning, as the empty coke cans and chip bags he left everywhere could attest to.

[newroutines]

Mike nodded. "Okay, I can accept that." He was easy. And heading for the fridge. "What are you making, anyway?"

[robinonadderall]

"Knedle serowo-truskawkowe. Polish dumplings with strawberries," he said. "It's for a class."

[newroutines]

"Oh-kaaay." He pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge, raising his eyebrows. "What kind of class has you making something... I have no chance in hell of repeating even close to correctly?"

[robinonadderall]

"It's a class about food," he said. "I'm supposed to make a dish that means something to me. Now Derek's making a dish that means something to me 'cause I suck at cooking."

[newroutines]

"Well, you can just call that another layer of meaning," Mike shrugged. "Though I guess you might not wanna tell your teacher you didn't actually make it yourself."

[robinonadderall]

"I chopped the strawberries!" That was something.

[newroutines]

Mike gave that one a well-meaning chuckle. "Well, that's definitely something. Why's this a meaningful food, anyway? I mean it must be a legitimate thing or you'd probably be here like making a sandwich and bullshitting your way through the task."

... It was probably what Mike would have done. In his teens, anyway.

[robinonadderall]

"My mom used to make it when I was a kid," Stiles said. "She made all sorts of Polish food."

[newroutines]

"Huh." Mike nodded, pausing for a bit. "Cool."

He had his own reasons for not immediately managing a more elaborate comment. And not just because he was finally drinking some of the juice he'd poured in a glass.

[robinonadderall]

"I caught the first batch on fire," he informed him. "Kitchen's fine though."