"A werewolf pie," Derek repeats, raising a curious eyebrow as Bitty hands him the plate. He has no idea what all would be in a werewolf pie, but it doesn't smell like anything that could hurt him. In fact, it smells delicious. The crust is crumbly and flaky and the meat looks juicy and tender, and Derek's pupils dilate slightly as he takes the fork and cuts himself off a bite.

And then he eats it, and it's like his mouth has a tiny orgasm. His eyes flare red for a moment, and he shows a hint of fang as he chews. This is amazing, possibly the best thing he's ever tasted, and he looks up at Bitty in awe. "Oh my god."