Stiles just rolled his eyes at Derek’s words about leaving and it was his entire fault because now that he knew it wasn’t nothing Derek did could change his mind. He watched the werewolf dig out the soup and praise the elves again. It made Stiles a little jealous because he had been the one to tell them what to put in it but the teen didn’t say anything. He apparently was already self-centered enough as it was.
“Nope, that is all for you,” Stiles said but he did move to sit down at the table across from Derek. “And I expect you to eat it all now that I know you aren’t sick.”