[ Apparently his parents didn't really mind that he disappeared for a second, and Stiles is kind of dumbly grateful--he pauses for a second as suddenly his senses are filled with cookie and his eyebrows go up before he grins and takes the proffered food, inhaling it with only the speed of someone on approximately two hours of sleep can really manage. He chews it, swallows, and then makes a noise. ] Ughhh, would it be totally counterproductive if I just bought the whole table myself?

[ He already knows the point of that question, and Stiles winks at him and reaches for a couple of the tupperwares, peeking in the lids before picking them up, rolling up his sleeves to get out of the way. ] So you stayed up until...now, making cookies for your niece's bake sale. Sounds like you're--[ And he pauses for dramatic effect ] nice, Derek. Like softer-than-cookie-dough nice.

[ Please to be ignoring the little flush across his cheekbones. ]