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“Now that is an empty threat,” Stiles laughed.
“What?” Derek frowned.
“You are not going to feed dad red meat.”
“I could. For one thing, it won’t hurt his opinion of me. For another, it is not an empty threat, Stiles.”
“Yeah, it is dude. You’re like, even more strict about his diet than me. It’s very endearing,” he said coming up to hug him. “Also, if you do I’ll make you sleep on the couch.”
There was a pause of silence before Derek grunted out, “Fine.”
“You’re awesome. Tell Scott I’ll bring pizza for lunch for you hard working wolves.” Stiles pecked him on the cheek before heading up the stairs. “Meanwhile, I’m gonna sleep for another two hours. Love ‘ya, babe!”
“You better,” Derek mumbled.