[ It's really a good thing that Derek has an excellent sense of balance, because otherwise there would be a pile of drunken teacher and infatuated cook on the floor of Stiles' bedroom, covered in water. He steadies them both as Stiles falls into him, surprised but then amused. ]

Yeah, unless you're planning on getting up to make sure that the apartment doesn't burn down due to the pulled pork somehow setting everything on fire. [ He hooks his hand around him, setting it in the small of his back. ]

What kind of pancakes?