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Go sit down, Peter. I'll get started on dinner before the rest of the Pack show up. Any requests?
Anything with chicken in it, we haven't eaten meat in quite a while.
Peter answered his nephew with a smile as he brought his hand up to his face and tapped his thumb and pointer finger together at his chin, with his fingers facing away from his chin. Derek chuckled softly as he pushed the older wolf's shoulder to get him moving towards the living room instead of standing in the kitchen with him. The wolf grabbed a bowl from the top cupboard and set it down on the counter before he slid open the spice drawer, picking out the Old Bay spice and setting it on the counter. He reached down under the one cupboard and picked out breadcrumbs to use as well, setting them with the spice before heading towards the fridge to retrieve the chicken breasts. He used his foot to close the door, balancing the container of chicken in one hand as he grabbed another bowl, using his foot to open the fridge door once again to grab a few eggs to crack into the bowl.
The wolf slid the lid off of the container and tossed it to the side before he cracked the eggs into the bowl, using a fork to whisk them all together. He placed the chicken breasts into the bowl of the eggs, letting them soak, before he mixed the breadcrumbs and Old Bay spice together in the other bowl. Derek placed the pieces of chicken into the other bowl and coated them thoroughly with the mixture before placing them on a cookie sheet. His phone vibrating in his back pocket brought him away from preparing the food, using his elbow to turn on the water long enough to rinse his hands clean of everything. Derek dried them on his jeans with a slight smirk as he fished his phone out of his back pocket, seeing the new text message screen popping up.
SS: Just getting out of class, everybody has to run home before they come to your place. Oddly enough. Please tell me you're the one who is cooking. The last time Peter tried to cook, everything turned out burnt.
DH: I hope you're stopping by your house, too, in order to make sure your Dad has something to eat before his shift again. Or he'll probably end up ordering take out with Parrish. And yes, I'm the one who's cooking. I was in the middle of cooking before you texted me, not that I really mind.
SS: Yes, Sourwolf. I'm stopping by my house to make sure Dad has something to eat before his shift. If Parrish orders take out anyway, I'll kill him. Mark my words. Thank God you're cooking. Whatcha making?
DH: I'll help you bury the body. ;) I'm making Old Bay chicken and stir fry vegetables. I'll figure out something for dessert. Any requests from you?
SS: Your famous dark chocolate brownies, with the caramel drizzle and the cinnamon sugar sprinkled on top.
DH: Your wish. My command. If you get here first, you get the first brownie.
SS: You better not be joking, Hale. I'll see you soon. I better get that brownie.
DH: See you soon, Stiles. Drive safe.
Derek checked the temperature in the oven before he slid the cookie sheet in and closed the door with a soft click, setting the timer on his phone in order to be able to know when they were done. He started to clean up the dinner preparation mess as he started to gather everything for the requested dessert, setting it all on the other side of the counter before he started to rinse the bowls out and set them in the sink. He has a sweet tooth that will use all the chocolate in the world to conquer. He slid his phone back into his back pocket, as he picked out a few firm peppers, carrots, onions, and sugar snap peas. Peter took to tending the vegetables while Derek set the table for the rest of the Pack, knowing they would more than likely be starved by the time they reached his house. He placed his hand on his nephew's shoulder to get his attention before the lights flickered on and off; signaling that somebody had rang the doorbell. Derek gave his Uncle a knowing look as he tapped the letter 'S' against his chin, the way you would sign the word 'Talk', signing Stiles' name sign. Peter nodded his head in confirmation.
"It's open, Stiles, just come on in!" called out the blue eyed Beta as he finished setting the table, starting to fill each glass with each different type of drink he knew each Pack member liked. He could practically feel the grin on the other teen's face when he realized that he was the first one to reach the house.
"Ha! Take that one, Scott! I got here first!" exclaimed Stiles as he fist-pumped the air, jumping up into the air as he did with a smile spreading on his lips. Derek turned around from putting things away in the fridge to face the teen, raising an eyebrow at him in question, only to have it answered when Scott burst through the front door, panting slightly from his effort to get there before his best friend.
"I swear you two are like toddlers." teased Allison as she walked in the front door, tossing her backpack onto the floor by the couch. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen, taking in the enticing aroma of the prepared food and the brownies cooking in the oven now.
"I can see your mouth watering from here, go ahead and taste test whatever you wish to. We'll all eat once the rest of the Pack gets here. Please keep those two from killing each other over the first brownie." ordered Derek playfully as he watched the Hunter pop a strip of freshly sliced chicken into her mouth, a pleased moan leaving her lips.
"You need to teach me how to cook like that. Who taught you or are you all self-taught?" asked Allison as she wiped her hands on the towel hanging on the over handle. Derek opened the stove a crack to check on the brownies before he shut it again and turned to face the girl.
"My Mother and my Grandmother taught me some, the rest I learned from trial and error. Laura and I had to eat something and we physically couldn't sustain ourselves on fast food or on microwave meals. I had to learn and picked up on it pretty fast, I love to cook. It helps to clear my head and gives me a sense of pride whenever somebody likes what I place in front of them. They're just little mindless creations." explained Derek as he pulled her close to him by one of her elbows so she wouldn't be run over by the rest of the Pack who crowded into the kitchen and started to take their seats while bickering about who got first serve.
"Derek, help." pouted Erika from her seat at the table where everybody was fighting over who got the first serve, many hands reaching for anything on the table and rudely being slapped away. The blue eyed Beta nudged Allison towards her seat before he turned to face the rest of the Pack.
"Scott is the Alpha, he gets first serve. Nobody touches anything until his plate is full and he has taken his first bite. Then the ladies can fill their plates, the rest of us going after them. Understood? Go ahead, Scott." explained Derek as he took his seat beside Stiles, his green eyes drifting towards his Alpha.