or say we're only dreaming;

[melocoton]

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[triskeles]

I made a lotta 'em! [ Or, well, Derek will allow her to think that. She certainly helped, for much of the first two hours that the baking happened. But either way, Talia beams up at her teacher before she goes to help-- or make an attempt thereof-- because her mother's told her plenty about when her uncle and teacher are in the same space. Usually it's best to just get out of the way and become busy when they start up.

Said uncle turns his head a little as he hears heavier footsteps approaching him, raising his eyebrows in amusement as Stiles leans against his car. Popping open one of the containers, he withdraws a chocolate cookie with peanut butter chips, casually proffering it without a care in the world. It's from the most recent batch, so there's still a warm softness to it compared to the room temperature the rest are at. ]

I haven't slept. Eat a cookie before everyone else gets into them. [ Of course he says that like it's nothing in the world, but Derek knows that most people don't stay up all night and day making cookies for their niece's bake sale. Most parents don't do that.

He maybe wanted to give Stiles plenty of stock to sell, considering he knows how much he pays out of pocket for his class. And maybe he wanted to show off. ]

all hail king hale uwu

[hypercompetent]

[ 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. ]

Don't make me want king AUs.

[triskeles]

[ 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. ]

Oops.

[hypercompetent]

Don't act so surprised, dude, you've got this weird aura about you. [ He makes a noncommittal gesture with his right hand, waving in Derek's general direction and making an overly exaggerated face at the thought. ] Like the I drive an expensive car and frown at small children just to terrify them kind of thing.

[ But his expression belies that he obviously knows that isn't true. Stiles grins at him and hitches the pile of tupperware in his arms up a little so he doesn't drop it and turns back towards the table, flashing a grin at Derek. ] So what'd you bring, Mister-I-Have-My-Own-Cooking-Youtube-Channel? I'm expecting to be impressed.

SIGHS

[triskeles]

Ah, yes. That's my favorite hobby, bar none. [ Except the only people Derek ever makes a point of scaring are adults, and children tend to get the smiles and goofy faces instead. He gives Stiles a dry look, but there's a twinge of fondness to the edges of it regardless. Locking his car and sticking his keys into his jacket pocket, he makes his way over to carry the goods to the table.

Setting everything down, he starts to open things up, taking care not to make a mess with the plastic wrap that's been spread over the cupcakes and muffins. Instead of balling it up and pitching it, though, he holds it out to Stiles to have the icing that sticks to it. ]

In these containers? [ He looks at everything, and begins pointing to each individual thing. ] The chocolate cookies with peanut butter chips, triple chocolate cookies with an advisory label to not eat without milk, gingersnaps, snickerdoodles, orange zest muffins, cookies and cream cupcakes, and Boston creme pie cupcakes.

[hypercompetent]

[ Stiles' jaw drops open as Derek continues to list. And list. And list. ] H-ooooly jesus, we're going to have the most gourmet bake sale in Beacon County.

[ And he's so thankful, so pleased, so--a little proud of himself for making the effort to connect with Derek. Because since day one, the kindergarten teacher had found this weird sense of camaraderie with the guy who looked like a serial killer but had the best cooking channel on youtube, who brought him lunch every now and then at work, and who texted him hangover recipes when he was whining in bed alone on Sunday nights. Derek had even, hell, taken care of him while he was drunk.

God.

The crush he had on the dude was astronomical, and the fact that he was showing up with this much for his frickin' kindergartners bake sale was...well, it was a lot for Stiles' heart to handle this bright and early in the morning.

Immediately, he takes the plastic wrap, and spreads it out wide to lick it clean like a classy adult. ]

[triskeles]

That's only what's out here. There's also lemon meringue cookies, cherry almond muffins, strawberry lemonade cupcakes, chocolate raspberry crisps... [ Derek squints down at everything, considering. ] Pumpkin spice cake loaf slices...

I think that's everything. Possibly. I lost track of everything. [ He shrugs, like it really isn't a big deal. But he knows that it's a big deal, because who stays up all night and morning to make such a collection of baked goods for a kindergarten bake sale? It isn't even for his own kid, for as much as he'd helped raise Talia.

But it was also for Stiles, because he knows how much comes out of his pocket for these kids. He's a bit of a dork, sarcastic and rude when the kids and parents aren't looking, but they just... Clicked. And the kindergartners mean a lot to him, so.

He winds up staring as he licks the plastic wrap, distracted. ] Wow, that's attractive.