the boy who dines with wolves

Stiles' reaction when Derek tells him that his pregnant werewolf friend is coming over for dinner because she wants to meet him is pretty much what Derek expected. He gapes a little, making that face he does with his brows knitted and his mouth open while he tries to process something, before shrugging agreeably.

He even helps with dinner. And by helps, he means that Stiles sprawls on the counter and picks things out bowls and pans and acts like a general nuisance, but it's still appreciated.

Derek makes a meal worthy of two werewolves and a growing teenage boy; huge juicy steaks and baked potatoes with all the toppings, with a side of steamed veggies because even wolves need something green. Stiles sets the table and it all feels oddly domestic, especially when Derek sets out a bottle of completely pointless wine, considering two of them can't get drunk and one of them is underage. It just felt like something he needed to buy when he was shopping for their dinner. You have someone over, you serve wine, right?

It's five minutes to eight when he puts a basket of warm bread rolls on the set table, having just changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a black scoop-necked tee shirt. He looks over at Stiles and raises an eyebrow. "Hungry?"