[ Waiting for him to take the cookie, Derek reaches to grab a few of the muffin tins with both muffins and cupcakes in them, balancing them with a practiced ease on top of a few tupperware containers that he settles on his bicep. He's catered one too many times for friends and associates and at Laura's request that he's used to this by now. He should also be used to people gushing over his food, but Stiles doing it makes him preen. (Also he shouldn't make those noises, Jesus.) ] Yes, it would be. I'll save you some for later, c'mon.

[ He nudges at him as he reaches to grab some more baked goods, watching with a distracted sort of interest as he rolls his sleeves up. That's way too interesting a sight for something so mundane. But Stiles poking fun at him brings his attention back, and his eyebrows twitch up again. ] I know, it's shocking isn't it? To learn that the hot guy on youtube is actually nice.

[ Still, he disregards the warmth that dusts across his neck and reaches up to close his trunk, effectively hiding the rest of the stock for now. ]