or say we're only dreaming;

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[hypercompetent]

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. ]

[triskeles]

Precious tan ninja babies. I wonder about the things that come out of your mouth sometimes. [ Derek shakes his head at Stiles slowly, before he takes a sip of his coffee. It is, actually, perfect, and he continues to pretend that it doesn't slowly do things like build knots in his chest. Someday he'll unravel them, but apparently Stiles is determined to get them so entangled in his ribs with the things he does.

Sighing out something quiet and content, he swats Stiles' hand away-- gently, instead of giving him the usual sound slap on the top of his palm-- from his plate, because stop stealing the strawberries before he can try them with the rest of the plate. ]

I'm sure everything will go fine. They make disgusting doe eyes at each other constantly, there's no way she'd say no even if a bomb went off. Which one won't, so the garden will be fine. [ He picks up the silverware as he speaks, calmly cutting a wedge out of the pancakes and stabbing a strawberry before Stiles can steal it too.

And then he goes quiet as he eats it, head tipped a little in consideration while he chews. It's only when he swallows that he actually gives a verdict. ]

And they'll have an amazing breakfast in bed.