What would you even tweet about? [ He sounds incredulous, but it's mostly a joke--Stiles shoots him a look, one eyebrow raised, and snickers under his breath, imitating-- ] "My sisters drove me crazy today." "Today I cooked. Tomorrow I will brood."

[ He would actually pay money to see that, to be honest, but he wouldn't press. Either way, it's hilarious, and he taps out an absent staccato on the lid of the casserole container, long fingers drumming to some unknown beat as he considers Derek's response, tilting his head back to laugh like a little kid. ] Dude, no, I'm their precious sunshine angel children's teacher. If anything, they'll be less merciful on me. You're hot and wrapped around their fingers.

[ ...did he just say that out loud, that Derek was hot? Whoops. Maybe he'd take it as a joke?

It was so ridiculously true though. God. ]