Have you even read the back of the boxes for what's in those? [ Derek shouts back at him before he comes out, probably drawing attention to the front of the shop, but he doesn't even care because really. The preservatives and salt content could probably take down a bull rhino if they ate one. A college student wouldn't stand a chance of a constant diet of those damn things.

He almost, almost doesn't want to disrupt Stiles in his reading. At this point he should know better, because once Stiles has been distracted it'll take him ages to get back to work. (Besides, he's a little distracted by him tapping his pen against his mouth-- oral fixation goes both ways, here, and he mentally slaps himself.) ]

Honestly, I should just send you home with a bag of actual food so that you and Scott don't wind up dying because of college malnourishment. [ But he sighs, waving him off with a faint twist of fond amusement on his face as he goes to cross his arms. ]