arcanarumlogs | these days they will find us learning that we had it all wrong

[ Completely understandable, considering the day that one certain lady has had.

Though Derek had set out when Stiles sent the message to them, he opted to scope out much of the lilac district before he made his way up to the house. Especially since, once he approaches the house, he catches a new scent leading up to the door. He assumes this is Sansa's scent, and he traces it back to her house across the street. Good, she's close to at least one of them.

That out of the way, he does something that will perhaps marvel one supposed bannerman.

He knocks on the door. ]

[Stiles is chopping mushrooms when he hears the knock on the door, and jumps so hard he almost impales himself with the knife. Muttering a swear on an exhale as the knife clatters to the floor, he wipes his brow and turns around towards the door of his little house.

Figures Derek actually being polite would be what almost kills him.

Tiptoeing past the girl on the couch, fast asleep and covered with a blanket, Stiles opens the door. He was expecting Derek first--Scott wasn't really known for being on time to things--and he opens the door, making a shushing motion before escorting him inside.]

Knock for the lady, not for the Stiles. I see how it is.

[Grumble gripe grumble. He leaves the door unlocked for Scott, whenever he shows up, and goes towards the kitchen.]

I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't be totally traumatizing because I don't exactly know how to cook like. Auroch. But I can cook mushrooms. And now you can consider yourself my chopping slave.

[Hey, Scott can be on time.

He's just a little slower because he's having to breathe through a scarf, alright. You try being asthmatic in the snow. It never fucking snows in Beacon Hills. Aren't Islands supposed to be sunny? This is the God-damn worst island ever.

..Anyway, when Scott makes it through the snow, it isn't actually that much longer after Derek. He hops the few paces to the door, which he'd seen Derek slip through, and notices it's unlocked.

Opening it and leaning in, he looks around.]

Stiles? Derek?

[sansa blinks awake. oh no, she has fallen asleep, embarrassing! quickly she scrambles upright and smooths out her skirt. after a moment's consideration she decides to fold the blanket as well. stiles appears to be terribly understaffed! she slips her shoes back on and pads over towards the kitchen, gently shaking out her hair.]

Everything looks lovely.

[sansa was never much for the kitchens--she always had brothers to steal lemoncakes for her--but she figures this is the right thing to say. look at how well-mannered she is. much too polite to fall asleep in someone's living room!]

[ Derek doesn't comment to Stiles' grumbling, simply shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it up at the door before he shakes himself out. He's covered in snow, after all. Can't be tracking it through the house like... well, a dog.

He follows after him to the kitchen, rolling the sleeves of his henley up as Stiles (unsurprisingly) enlists him in the dinner prep. Not that he minds, it's easy to fall back into something so routine as cooking after he did the bulk of it between him and Laura for six years. So he picks up the knife Stiles dropped, going to clean it while Scott comes in and Sansa joins them. ]

Surprisingly. [ Knife washed, he spins it in his fingers briefly before setting it on the counter and turning his attention to their newest arrival. He can't help but bow his head a little as he does. ] It's nice to actually meet you, Sansa.

[Stiles bats at the snow when he gets it shaken everywhere, making a noise of complaint instead of an actual word--it's just a general, snow everywhere, you're a dick, really Derek, really sort of complaint--but sets aside the pile of mushrooms and gets to work on dicing an onion himself. It's quick work, something to focus on; while cooking isn't exactly his forte, it's not something he's terrible at, either. Years of ADHD needed routines, of his mother's teaching hands and memorizing recipes, had gotten him to the point where he's got more than just ramen and macaroni under his belt, and this recipe was always one of his mother's favorites. He could literally recite it without even thinking.

When Sansa wakes up, Stiles smiles at her. Aside from the fact that he's trying not to cry from the stupid onions, which he promptly has to put the knife down and flail his hands at his eyes a little, trying to get them to stop stinging.]

Ow, ow, ow. Jesus. Hey! Excuse you, ye of no faith. I'm an awesome cook. Ish.

[Scott rubs his arms as he steps in, breathing in the warm air gratefully and leaning against the fridge as to mostly stay out of the way. He give a nod to Derek and Stiles- and then to Sansa, Scott can't help but give an almost shy smile and wave.]

Hey- hi there, Sansa.

[He looks to Derek, then, trying to hide his nerdy little smile. They're in the presence of the actual Sansa Stark, and having dinner with her. Jesus.]

Lord Hale.

[she curtsies at derek, then returns scott's little smile.]

It's an honor to finally meet you--are you all right?

[this she says to stiles, who seems to be having a problem.]

[ Derek returns Scott's look, arching both eyebrows briefly almost as if saying I know before he hears Sansa. They twitch higher, and his gaze travels back to her. Lord Hale?

He looks at Stiles, one brow lowing but the other remaining raised. High. ]

The honor's all mine. [ The expression stays on his face, even as he takes the onions from Stiles and goes about making short work of them. ]

[Before Stiles can actually respond, he takes a minute to squint at Derek, momentarily fascinated by how much emotion Derek Hale can convey with just his eyebrows. Seriously, they're intense eyebrows. He and Jackson? Could probably have an entire conversation without a single word in it.

...Anyway. Stiles shrugs his shoulders when he becomes the recipient of said look. He...might have improvised a story. Whoops.]

Am I--what? Oh. It's the stupid onions. There's this chemical compound called propanethiol S-oxide that releases when you cut an onion, and when it combines with your eyes, it basically makes sulfuric acid, which is so corrosive it can burn through metal, so really, the fact that it only makes you cry is kind of impressive. Go humanity.

[Wait.]

..Yeah, I'm fine! Sansa, you don't have to hang out in here if you don't want to. Maybe Scott'll keep you company? [He jerks his head towards Scott, then swipes a couple cloves of garlic off the counter, starting to mince those instead.]

[For a moment, Scott looks like a deer in the headlights. Stiles wants him to look after her? Maybe Sansa isn't a kid, but it's sort of like a kid when someone doesn't know a thing about what's going on. And even if she were older than them, it's hard enough not to let things slip! This is a bad idea, Scott is sure- he's totally going to mess something up.

...But letting Sansa know he's worried about it would be even worse, so Scott just furrows his brow at Stiles for a moment before smiling sheepishly at Sansa.]

Whatever you wanna do's fine. Stiles won't let me help in the kitchen. Says I get too distracted.

[It was just one of those strange trade-off behaviours.]

[what is going on!! sansa tries to mask her confusion with helpful politeness.]

Shall we withdraw to the solar?

[ Derek ignores Stiles' babbling in favor of focusing on Scott, before inclining his head towards him. Almost as if encouraging him-- he's not overly worried about Scott letting the truth slip, at least. Not after the discussion they had on the network earlier that day. ]

This shouldn't take long-- then we'll all be able to sit down and talk while we wait.

[ Between him and Stiles, they should be able to get somewhere with the food while Sansa and Scott are occupied. ]

[Everyone totally ignored his babbling, which is sort of a good thing. Quickly working his way through the garlic and shoving the pearl onion at Derek to peel, Stiles starts up the sauce pan, wincing a little and waiting for it to--shoot magic sparks or confetti or something. But it doesn't, so he continues, wishing up a saucepan and putting it on the stove.]

To the solar with you. [Heh. Solar.] We've got this under control. You, with the eyebrows, peel the onion and dice up the carrot. Chop chop.

[Solar. Solar? What the fuck was a solar? Scott couldn't remember what that was for the life of him.]

Uh, ladies first, then, Sansa.

[He catches Derek's eye; yes, he's gotten the look, he's gotten the language, but he doesn't do much else to acknowledge it beside gently pat Sansa's shoulder and give her a polite smile.]

Stiles cooks really good, it'll be fine.

[sansa heads back over towards the couch, walking slowly so as not to inconvenience scott.]

It's so nice to see the snow again. Does it snow much, here?

[ Derek waits until they're back at the couch to turn his attention to Stiles, taking the onion and peeling it without complaints about it being foisted off onto him. There's a look on his face, though, and he drops his voice. ]

Lord Hale?

[ Onion peeled with nary a tear, he works on cutting it before he dices the carrots. All in all, he's actually useful in the kitchen. Look at that. ]

[Stiles dumps the mushrooms into the saucepan with a satisfying sizzle and glances over at Derek, making a "how the hell did you do that" face, but his mouth abruptly snaps shut at the Lord Hale thing.]

Uh, we kind of retook Winterfell under the house of Hale? [SURPRISE??] Our sigil is a triskele and we're basically ten kinds of badass, and also, I'm a bannerman.

[Oh look, these mushrooms definitely need all of his attentions. Mmm, mushrooms.]

[Scott hesitates to answer Sansa's question, not wanting to sound stupid or.... wrong.]

I, uh, actually haven't been here very long. But it has been snowing every day since I got here, mostly.

When did you arrive?

[sansa sits down on the couch and sets her hands in her lap.]

[ The next few cuts Derek makes in the carrots are very loud, hitting the cutting board heavily in shock (all loud shhthunk sort of noises in rapid procession) before he reins himself in and glares at Stiles. ]

Stiles, what happens if more people from the series show up? Ones that would question every single thing we told them?

[ The mushrooms will not save you. ]

[JESUS FREAKING CHRIST. Don't mind him flinching at every single one of those. He's not intimidated by Derek. He's not usually scared of him, either.

Usually.]

What's the likelihood of that?! I was thinking on the fly, okay, god, and look at her! [Stiles gestures with his spoon out to where Sansa's sitting with Scott.] We probably just made her week telling her that. Her life sucks. And put that thing down, jesus, you're trying to cut the carrots, not maul them.

[Put it down for his own sanity.]

God- um, a few weeks ago? I guess I haven't really been keeping track.

I uh- I got here after Stiles did.

[He sits sort of... awkwardly near her.]

You seem to have settled in nicely.

[she gives him a small smile.]

The same likelihood of Scott, Erica, and I arriving after you.

[ Derek at least calms down a touch, to keep himself from being overheard by Sansa and Scott in the living room. But he returns to cutting the carrots before he slides them over to him, glowering still. Give him something else to cut, Stiles, we dare you. ]

So we'll make something up to deal with that, too. Look, I don't know about you, but I'm not about to break her psyche because her whole world's fake. It's too late to take it back, so you're just going to have to go along with it.

[He takes the mushrooms off the heat and sets them aside, then takes the carrots with a pointed stare, adding them back into the pan along with the rest of the vegetables. Yeah, deal with it.

He passes over a measuring cup and the container of cooking wine. That's much less sharp.]

One cup.

these days they will find us learning that we had it all wrong

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derek stop posturing in front of your wife!!

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