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]

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