They're fine! Dude, Stouffer's macaroni when you're drunk? Freakin heaven. [ stiles yells that after him when he disappears into the back, but his eyeroll and scoff to the heavens is literally the most affectionate thing on the planet. seriously, derek is such a food nerd. it'd be annoying if it wasn't absolutely ridiculously charming.

by the time he comes back, stiles is starting to actually read an article for his paper--his brown eyes dart back and forth across the screen and he taps a red pen to his mouth, curiously trying to take in all the information he can, and he starts a little when there is suddenly a bag of fluffy goodness on his keyboard. stiles blinks twice at it, looks down, then back up at derek. ] Dude--seriously? Oh my god.

[ his pleased smile is undeniable, and he shakes the bag, once. ] Thanks, man, forreal. I am going to have the biggest hot cocoa ever tonight and I'm not sharing with anybody.