author's note: My shortest chapter. I wasn't really feeling the prompt, I guess, but I did what I could. Thank you for all the favs and follows, by the way! Throw me a prompt and I'll see what I can do with it. :)
Christmas Cookies
Derek found out a few things when he went over Stiles house.
One: The teen was very messy, the evidence lying around the kitchen and even in the living room. Spoons and bowls and flour were scattered here and there, and it seemed as if he had decided to crack eggs for the mixture while watching tv because there were still egg shells on the table.
Two: He seemed to have never grown out of shaped Christmas cookies. On the counter there were tons of cookie-cutters, all varying shapes and sizes. The preferred one seemed to be the snowman, though the sled shaped cutter was next - he wouldn't have been able to tell were it not for the tons of aforementioned shaped cookies stacked on the counter, stove, and even in the microwave. Stiles had gone on a cookie frenzy.
And three: Even through the sarcastic comments (including some mention about how next time he'd make dog biscuits if he didn't like these cookies) and attempts at brushing off his worry, Derek could tell that the teen was worried about whether it would appeal to the werewolf. And they did, in fact, though the man would never admit how much. So, in answer to the boy's silent questions, he shrugged slightly, a smirk quirking the corner of his lips, the only words he offered being,
"They're better than dog biscuits."