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]

"And I'm better than Isaac." Who still sounded shady. "Thanks."

Sarcasm always helped.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, if push comes to shove I would say you're the best looking one when it comes to werewolf faces," Stiles said. "It's a compliment!"

[justlurkinghere]

That kind of comment did get Derek to pause awkwardly for moment before shaking it off. "You have too much free time."

[robinonadderall]

"And you don't?" he asked. "You're doing a teenager's homework right now."

[justlurkinghere]

"You were ruining my kitchen." Mike's kitchen.

[robinonadderall]

"I was not ruining it," Stiles said. "I would have cleaned it later."

[justlurkinghere]

"Like you cleaned up after your TiVo marathon?"

[robinonadderall]

"That was clean!" It was clean according to Stiles.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm still finding Coke cans hidden places!"

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe they were your Coke cans, did you ever think about that?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was giving serious thought to scalding you, Stiles. Seeeerious thought going on here.

"That's your best excuse?"

[robinonadderall]

"Why, do you have another one I can use?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, asking werewolf Jesus to grant him strength. "I could always eat the dumplings and leave you with no project.

[robinonadderall]

"You will not," Stiles said. "Or I will make a face at you. A devastating face that will break your heart."

[justlurkinghere]

"Will it be like your charm?" Derek asked, leaning his hip against the counter so that he could adequately express his wry amusement over this.

[robinonadderall]

"It's a subset of my charm," he said. "The subset that makes people sad."

[justlurkinghere]

"So, it is your charm."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles put a hand on his chest and faked a laugh for a couple of seconds before attempting to look serious. "You're cleaning this kitchen by yourself now."

[justlurkinghere]

"Am I," Derek replied, crossing his arms over his chest. If there hasn't still been flour on him, it might have looked intimidating.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded. "You're not too impressed with my cleaning skills anyhow. I would have just messed it up."

[justlurkinghere]

"What makes you think you'll be able to leave here without cleaning?"

[robinonadderall]

"Pretty sure I could just walk out the door." Or run out. Either/or.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek glanced over at the doorway out of the kitchen, then back to Stiles. Doorway, Stiles again.

Oh, he'd like to see him try.

[robinonadderall]

Okay, Stiles initially had no intention of leaving the house without cleaning. But now Derek was making it into some sort of a challenge and Stiles couldn't not take it up. He backed down from nothing. Except scary things.

So him trying to bolt out of the room was inevitable, really. What's the worst that could happen?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was involved, so everyone could die, turn evil, die and then turn evil...

Since he didn't want a repeat of the scorched pan incident, Derek took the time to shut off the burner before giving chase. See now, this should have been where Stiles made a run for the stairs. Stairs being Derek's true archenemy.

"You're getting flour everywhere," Derek snapped, grabbing at Stiles' shirt and just making the flour situation worse.