That's right, a legitimate guest. Who everything has to be perfect for. [ Stiles nods as Derek's hands come free, and pretends that he doesn't feel a tiny bit relieved, if only because it felt like his heart was going to flutter out of his chest. God this was bad.

But, he's going to use this handy Scott related distraction to save himself. Stiles hops up on the desk behind the counter and steals a strawberry off of Derek's plate, because his pancakes are, in fact, banging, and he would totally give his own compliments to the chef. ] Scott is so freaked out I'm just kind of waiting for him to puke in the bushes. I don't know why--I mean, they've been together since high school. They have been together as long as I have been actual-dating-age-single, and that, my friend, that is impressive. I have a track record, they're going to have precious tan ninja babies.

[ And Stiles is so going to be their godfather. Honestly, the whole thing makes him a little giddy, and he kicks his feet idly where he's off of the ground, shamelessly swiping another strawberry and trying not to smile when he sees Derek breathe in the coffee, which he knows he made perfectly. ]