"Stay put," Derek tossed over his shoulder, going over to the feeding bin while the skrewts scuttled after him, gathering around his ankles. He took the opportunity to count them - eleven, good - and then tossed out the food, making sure to keep it away from Batman and Stiles in case anyone got overexcited. "There we are. And I know for a fact that he has told you every time you've gone to his office, but I can continue to send you there to waste your time, I guess."