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.]]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

Well, was it making him feel less crazy?

"I like them." No, he was a carnivore.

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, I've eaten countless meals with you, I know that you don't." Derek being a blatant liar was making him smile though. "Next time keep in mind that I don't need special treatment."

He wasn't an invalid. He was just...becoming slightly unhinged.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed the sigh of the overly dramatic. "Just put on a movie and stop making this isn't a big deal."

[robinonadderall]

"Fine, fine," Stiles said, letting it go. He did, however, make sure to shoulder check Derek when he went to grab the remote. "Thanks."