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When Allison realized that the Alpha hadn't touched his plate in the past few minutes, she reached over and turned the white plate a bit in a circle, smiling at the curious look she got from him when he looked up from the tablet. "It sometimes helps if you turn the plate a bit at an angle, so you don't stick with one food at one time.", explained the girl as she brushed curly hair over her shoulder. "I never thought of that.", admitted Derek as he closed the tablet in his lap, having finally finished the list. "Why exactly are you having him write that list, Stiles?", asked Isaac as he finished off his drink, rising from the table to refill his glass. "A little bit of shock treatment, I guess. Have Derek write down the certain foods, and then we'll take it another step by having him lay all the foods out. It'll force him to see just how much he's putting into his body in one binge.", explained Stiles as he looked from the Beta to the Alpha. Derek's body tensed at the mere thought of having to lay all that out in front of the teen, knowing that he wouldn't like what was being put out. "Stiles, I don't want to be rude, but don't you think that's just a bit too much? Derek's recovery has barely even started and we're still waiting to hear back from Deaton. Wasn't he making a diet plan up for him to follow?", asked Allison as she looked from Stiles to Scott, eyebrows raised in question.
"I'll give him a call later and see just how far along he's come with the plan.", replied Scott as he got a second helping of eggs and sausage. "Look, Allison, I know you said your cousin went through the same thing, but –.", started Stiles before he cut off by the green eyed wolf beside him, his hand coming down gently on his knee. "How about we all just take a breather and let it lay?", asked Derek in hopes of getting the tension that was building in the room to lower. "Derek, how about we strike up a little deal?", asked Peter as he wiped his mouth on a napkin, his eyes locked on his nephew. "I'm listening.", replied the Alpha as one of his eyebrows rose up in question. "If you can regain a healthy weight, or start to gain some weight back, I'll consider allowing you to start to ride again. I know you stopped riding after the fire, you no longer had the scent of the stables on your clothes when you visited.", explained the former Alpha as he looked down at the younger wolf. "Have you forgotten that you saying 'no' has never really stopped me before? I'd love to start riding again, I though the Slayter Stables had been foreclosed?", asked Derek with confusion in his eyes as he looked towards his Uncle. "The Slayter Stables were foreclosed but the Crestow Stables is still up and running, I drove out a few days ago to check up on everything. I'll consider giving them a call if you can manage to put some meat back on your bones.", explained Peter with a smile on his face, watching as his nephew was practically shaking in excitement.
"You have yourself a deal, Peter. If I put some weight back on, I get to ride again. It'll be great to get back in the saddle again, I've missed it.", explained Derek as he finished off half the portion on his plate, ignoring the pain in his stomach as it stretched from the amount of food in it. "You know how to ride horses and how to cook? You are one hell of a catch.", teased Erika as she flashed a smile at him before flashing an even bigger smile at Stiles. "I'm going to stick with waiting to see just how his cooking turns out.", teased Boyd, laughing when the Alpha threw his napkin at him. "What? You don't want to watch him fall off a horse?", asked Lydia with a giggle from her spot next to Jackson, where she was stealing a sip of his drink. "You're lucky that you're a girl, I have nothing to throw at you, and unless I'm jumping the horse, I won't be falling off.", replied Derek with a smile on his lips, a tiny glint in his eyes. "Going to teach me how to ride, Der?", asked Stiles as he finished off his plateful, stealing a drink from the wolf's glass. "If you're willing to get back into the saddle when you fall off.", replied Derek as he looked over at the teen. "With Stiles' coordination, I doubt he could even get on a horse without falling.", teased Scott as he finished off his own plateful. "Thanks a lot, McCall.", replied Stiles as he threw his own napkin at the wolf, watching with a laugh as it bounced off his forehead and landed on the floor.
"I'll take care of the dishes this morning. I know you all more than likely have homework from Friday to work on. You can either do the homework or I can have Peter run you all through some drills.", explained Derek as he rose from his chair, placing the tablet and pen down in his place. "Let's just work on the homework, Peter is brutal during training.", explained Erika as he rose from her chair, pulling Boyd with her. "I'll help you, Derek. Scott, please help Stiles with his work. He cannot afford to fail, and neither can you.", said Allison as she rose from her seat, slowly pushing in the chair. "Neither can you, Allison. I cannot have members of my pack failing their schooling.", added in Derek as he started to gather up the plates, scraping any remaining food off of them and into the trash. "Says the straight C student of Beacon Hills High.", teased Peter as he walked passed his nephew, clapping him on the shoulder. "Por lo menos me gradue, Peter.", replied the Alpha with a roll of his tongue as he smirked at the older man. "Silencio, apenas se graduo. Tardo semanas para obtener buenas calificaciones.", replied the former Alpha, as the pack watched them with wide eyes. "It may have taken us a while to graduate, but we passed in flying colors when it came to other languages.", explained Derek as he finished scrapping any remains into the trash, stacking the plates near the sink, watching as the Hunter smirked at him.
"Combien de langues secrete savez-vous, Hale?", asked Allison with an innocent smile as she started to gather up all of the glasses on the table. "Vous parlez francais? We know many languages: English, Dutch, German, Spanish, French, Icelandic, and Sign.", explained the older teen as he filled the sink with warm and soapy water. "I believe I may have just found a Spanish tutor for Scott and Stiles.", replied the teen girl with a smirk as she carried the glasses over to the sink, setting them down beside the plates. "Our Spanish is not that bad!", fired back Scott from the living room, having used his werewolf hearing in order to hear his girlfriend. "Yeah! Give us some credit! We only have a D in the class!", replied Stiles, with a hint of pride in his voice. "If you can manage to say a full sentence in Spanish, with no mistakes, then I won't tutor you.", explained Derek as he placed the plates in the sink, waiting for a reply to come from the other room. "Te ves caliente en un tutu negro. Wait, that didn't sound right.", explained Stiles once he heard what he had said. Allison doubled over in laughter, clutching her sides as a smile formed on her lips. "Buen Dios. Stiles, you just said 'you look hot in a black tutu.' You need a tutor.", replied Derek with a smile forming on his lips, a small chuckle being heard. "Shirt! I meant to say shirt!", explained Stiles quickly from the living room, the wolf in the kitchen hearing him scramble through his papers in order to figure out how to say 'shirt'.