Stiles made a face and shook his head at the mention of Derek eating treats for the dog. “No thanks. My brain can’t get past them being for dogs,” Stiles said and he eyed the stump again before letting out a sigh. He limped over it and carefully sat down on it. He stretched out his bad ankle, rubbing his thigh and calf from where he was sitting. He would definitely have to ice it.
“And no thanks. I rather not have a steak that is about to go bad. I’m not a fan of food poisoning.” Stiles grin grew a little. “And I would show up tomorrow just for your class, vomiting and everything.”