No doubt there's someone out there planning on making one for you, then. You've got your own following now. [ His expression curls in distinct amusement at that thought, but his eyes focus on the house that they pull up to. Derek drifts until he can find a good parking where he doesn't have to worry about being stuck. Hopefully, anyways. Much as he likes the army of housewives he's amassed, he's... also less inclined to be stuck at their houses for ages when they're all gathered together.

A quiet sort of pleasure crosses his face when Stiles looks away, catching the red in his ears as he puts the car in park and turns off the engine, and honestly he really is incredibly pleased about flustering Stiles like that. He looks good with a flush in his skin, and he should maybe be worried that he enjoys it so much. For now, though, he just reaches over and takes the casserole out of Stiles' lap so he can actually get out of the car. ] Mm. C'mon.