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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[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."

[newroutines]

"Yeah, I think I would've noticed the kitchen being on fire or something."

Still, good thing.

[robinonadderall]

"I shoved it in the sink before that could happen," Stiles said. "I probably shouldn't gook without supervision."

[newroutines]

"Probably," Mike agreed. "I'm surprised Derek wasn't in here the second you started, to be honest."

[robinonadderall]

"He was out of the house when I started," Stiles said. "I miiiiiight have planned it that way."

[newroutines]

Mike looked amused. And not all that surprised. "Smart, probably. It might be just me but sometimes I feel like Derek gets extra grumpy in the kitchen."

Or maybe that was just the argument they'd had at IKEA about the heart-shaped cake pan.

[robinonadderall]

"I think the grumpiness lends to his cooking powers?" Stiles said. "Because those cupcakes he made me on Valentine's Day were amazing."

[newroutines]

Oh yeah, Mike remembered that.

"Well, he was plenty grumpy when he was making those. So that theory may have some worth."

[robinonadderall]

"See?" he said. "Maybe that's the key to cooking. I should cook angry."

[newroutines]

"Would that make you focus better?"

Because if he was a flaily angry person, Mike couldn't recommend it. For the sake of his kitchen.

[robinonadderall]

"Nothing would make me focus better," Stiles said. "I just thought being angry would give you magical cooking powers."

[newroutines]

"Yeah, I once broke a toe when I was cooking angry." He'd led a very interesting life, okay. "Of course I was also kinda drunk but still. I wouldn't recommend it for anyone who doesn't channel his anger the way Derek does."

[robinonadderall]

"What the hell were you cooking?" He had to ask.

[newroutines]

"Irrelevant. I dropped a frying pan right on my foot."

Okay, that might have been more because of the intoxication.

[robinonadderall]

"Okay maybe we should just let Derek do the cooking in this house from now on."

[newroutines]

"Angry cooking," Mike pointed out. "I'm not gonna get shut out of the kitchen because of I was a dumb shit ten years ago."

There were so many places he would no longer be allowed if the criteria revolved around the stuff he did a decade ago. Seriously.