"He might get his own seat. But the sofa is for people." Derek whistles the puppy over and scratches under his chin, then ruffles his ears.
"So um, Uncle Peter pushed a bottle of champagne on me. Do you want a glass?" He feels a lot dirtier than maybe he should, offering alcohol to Stiles. But he's always been allowed a glass of champagne for New Years, this isn't any different, right?