[ Stiles definitely grins at the text message when he gets it, elbow deep in his own flour--guess that meant Derek was coming along. And sure enough, it's while he's busy setting up their little price cards, bright red cards with white centers that he worked hard on, dammit, Talia Hale comes running towards him with more baked goods. Stiles opens his mouth in a grin at her and kneels down to take the cookies from her, peeking through the lid. ]
Wow, Talia, did you bake these all by yourself? They're amazing! [ He exaggerates on purpose, because he knows the answer, and takes them to set them on the table carefully. Locking eyes with one of the mothers, he gives a smile and jerks over his shoulder with his thumb towards the cruiser nearby, muttering that the moms are better at food presentation than him and he's just gonna. Yeah.
And, awkward excuse made, he skitters across the parking lot and leans on the frame of the cruiser, looking into the trunk and trying to pretend the stupid flutter his heart does when he sees Derek doesn't exist. Act natural. Luckily, the food itself is a good distraction, and he lets out a long, low whistle. ] Damn, how late were you up last night?
puts a crown on you
Wow, Talia, did you bake these all by yourself? They're amazing! [ He exaggerates on purpose, because he knows the answer, and takes them to set them on the table carefully. Locking eyes with one of the mothers, he gives a smile and jerks over his shoulder with his thumb towards the cruiser nearby, muttering that the moms are better at food presentation than him and he's just gonna. Yeah.
And, awkward excuse made, he skitters across the parking lot and leans on the frame of the cruiser, looking into the trunk and trying to pretend the stupid flutter his heart does when he sees Derek doesn't exist. Act natural. Luckily, the food itself is a good distraction, and he lets out a long, low whistle. ] Damn, how late were you up last night?