Scott gave a small shrug of his shoulders, "I'm gonna see how long after we're done eating you dare ask me," he told Stiles with grin, knowing there was only so long his boyfriend's curiosity could stay hidden until he had to get answers.
"Yeah, I did and you loved it," he answered with a chuckle, knowing that Stiles was pulling for special treatment in the cooking department. "Well good, I'd hate to see you wither away to nothing," Scott answered shaking his head and knowing there was little chance of that happening. Stiles liked food as much as he did and he wasn't about to cut off his own supply. "How about you give this caveman a chance to get through the door before you start trying to get me into your bed?" Scott said taking the beer out of Stiles' hand and chinking bottles with him. "I'll show you my club later, when I drag you back to my cave," he promised with a wink Stiles' way. He sat down and started to dig in, "alright, let's get this over with. Tell me everything and then let's get incredibly drunk and try and forget it," Scott told him as he skewered the chicken and pasta.