Could Be Creepier Mansion, Thursday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

Tomorrow was the lunar eclipse and Derek had plans on how to get through it. Plans that did not involve incomprehensible plots or getting beat up by a crazy Druid because 'that was his special ability', thanks.

Plans that meant he was getting ready to bake. It involved a lot of glaring at the ingredients before he started out with the measuring.

[[Open! Specific brownie type NFB. Warnings for cannabis! That's right, I'm calling it that.]]

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles hadn't bothered stopping by the dorms after his portal arrived in Fandom. For one thing, seeing the dorms be all empty would be weird. For another, he was kind of hoping if he left his stuff around Derek would do his laundry for him.

Hey, the nemeton nightmares amped up to eleven after being in Beacon Hills again, he had every right to con somebody into doing his laundry.

"Hey, I'm home!" Stiles said when he walked into the house. "Derek?"

[justlurkinghere]

"You survived Beacon Hills," Derek drawled, measuring out his dry ingredients. It was intense.

[robinonadderall]

"Of course I did. I always do," he said, after he followed Derek's voice to the kitchen. He looked pretty tired for someone who had just been on vacation, but other than that he was in one piece. "Aw, Betty Crocker wolf."

[justlurkinghere]

"I can kick you out," Derek muttered, watching him for a moment as he dumped the flour in a bowl. "Why is your bag here?"

He wasn't doing your laundry, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"I came straight here from the portal." Do his laundry, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

He wasn't doing your laundry. He was... okay, he was going to. Because you look tired and it was annoying.

"You did?"

HEARTBURN. OH GOD.

[robinonadderall]

"Why wouldn't I?" he asked. "There's nobody in the dorms, it's creepy."

"And I missed the dog." And you, Derek. He missed you too.

[justlurkinghere]

"The dog learned to walk on its own."

The dog was actually sulking in Derek's bed because he wasn't being carried around enough.

[robinonadderall]

"I guess I'll have to break him out of that habit," Stiles joked, moving further into the kitchen so he could hover around Derek and be annoying. "Making special brownies?"

[newroutines]

Mike was still heading out for a work thing – fixing something or other for some person he'd met somewhere, the usual – but his curiosity got the best of him, so he had to poke his head in the kitchen.

"We're baking?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm baking." He did that. Between brooding sessions.

[newroutines]

Mike had noticed this. Sometimes.

"And what are you baking?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Brownies for tomorrow." Which was the full moon. And marked on every calendar in the house. "It's an eclipse."

[newroutines]

Oh, Mike had been making note of full moons on his own calendar for a year now. So, he knew.

The eclipse thing was new, though.

"And... that calls for brownies?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah." Go with it. "Eclipses are the only time I'm like a human."

Being a born werewolf and all.

[newroutines]

Mike shrugged his shoulders as he actually made his way into the kitchen instead of lurking in the doorway. Everyone knew that was more Derek's thing.

"Still not seeing a connection."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed. "The only time of year drugs affect me other than poison is the eclipse," he replied, digging out the plastic bag of pot he'd purchased on the mainland. "Laura and I tried alcohol, but it's disgusting."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was trying -- more or less successfully -- to cover his nerves with aggressive good cheer as he got to the mansion. The eclipse and the brownies both sounded fantastic, but he had the niggling fear the eclipse wouldn't work for him.

He smiled anyhow as he got to the door, brandishing a bottle of something poison green. "I come bearing sour apple Pucker," he said. "May I come in?"

[justlurkinghere]

"You have the taste of alcohol of a teenage girl," Derek informed him helpfully.

[bitten_notshy]

"I have the taste in alcohol of someone buying alcohol for someone who never drinks," Jack said lightly. "Also, a funny drink makes for a better story."

[justlurkinghere]

"You could have gone with beer." Derek would not have drunk any.

[bitten_notshy]

"But you've probably had beer," Jack argued. "Can I come in?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave him a look as though it was never a question that was needed to be asked. "Yeah."

[bitten_notshy]

It probably didn't, but Jack was ready to stop arguing about what type of alcohol he should or should not have brought. He stepped past Derek into the house.

"I can smell it," he realized. "How much did you buy?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Enough for a batch. Wouldn't keep for the next eclipse."

And he made sure to get the better sort.