[ Derek looks at his phone warily when it goes off, sees the text on his lock screen before it disappears, and wonders what he's about to get himself into.
He legitimately does hate Stiles for thirty-six hours, because Laura comes home with the most manic grin on her face and barges into his apartment instead of hers like a bat out of hell. And she absolutely does use her daughter against him, sending Talia over to him to make big eyes until he complies with their requests. ]
May every cookie you eat give you indigestion.
[ But when push comes to shove, Derek arrives and parks his Cruiser close by to where the tables have been set up. Not in a place that'll block potential customer traffic, but somewhere where he has easy access to his car. He cracks his windows, hoping the warm and clear weather won't give way to rain suddenly but that this will prevent anything from melting, and gets out of the car.
He's roped Talia and a couple of friends into helping him, so the moment that he gets out of the car he calmly moves to the passenger side, opening the door and taking the tupperware containers out of his niece's lap so that she can climb out. But the moment that she's out, he's giving the baked goods back to her so that she can skip off to Stiles, cheerfully calling out with a "Mr. Stiles!" to him as she goes.
Next comes the three little girls in the backseat, and he helps them out in much the same way he did the littlest Hale. It's like he's turned around and gone from an army of housewives to an army of girl scouts, all of which head over to where Stiles has set up the tables with things that Derek had been making all the way up to twenty minutes ago.
He stays at the Cruiser for a moment, popping open the trunk door to survey the rest of his haul, making sure that nothing got tipped over on the drive to the Starbucks. ]
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He legitimately does hate Stiles for thirty-six hours, because Laura comes home with the most manic grin on her face and barges into his apartment instead of hers like a bat out of hell. And she absolutely does use her daughter against him, sending Talia over to him to make big eyes until he complies with their requests. ]
May every cookie you eat give you indigestion.
[ But when push comes to shove, Derek arrives and parks his Cruiser close by to where the tables have been set up. Not in a place that'll block potential customer traffic, but somewhere where he has easy access to his car. He cracks his windows, hoping the warm and clear weather won't give way to rain suddenly but that this will prevent anything from melting, and gets out of the car.
He's roped Talia and a couple of friends into helping him, so the moment that he gets out of the car he calmly moves to the passenger side, opening the door and taking the tupperware containers out of his niece's lap so that she can climb out. But the moment that she's out, he's giving the baked goods back to her so that she can skip off to Stiles, cheerfully calling out with a "Mr. Stiles!" to him as she goes.
Next comes the three little girls in the backseat, and he helps them out in much the same way he did the littlest Hale. It's like he's turned around and gone from an army of housewives to an army of girl scouts, all of which head over to where Stiles has set up the tables with things that Derek had been making all the way up to twenty minutes ago.
He stays at the Cruiser for a moment, popping open the trunk door to survey the rest of his haul, making sure that nothing got tipped over on the drive to the Starbucks. ]