[ It was the wrong thing to say, made obvious by how he tenses. She tightens her own grip on him, pulling away when he does, giving his upper arms an extra squeeze, nodding. ] Don't thank me yet. This is the second batch I had to make.
[ She shuts the door behind her and settles in her usual spot on his bed, pulling of her boots as she does so. ] I just hope they're edible.
[stiles leaves allison to get comfortable and turns to grab one of the cupcakes, holding it up in front of his face to study it seriously before giving allison an equally serious look and saying:]
Allison, I am a teenage boy, literally everything is edible if I'm hungry enough. [and then he moves in to get a good lick at the icing to go ahead and prove his point.]
[ She watches him with a kind of trepidation, biting down on her lower lip. It's -- well it's probably alright? They weren't the practical bits of charcoal the first batch had been, and she'd managed to (somehow) scrape up the things she needed for the frosting. The entire thing she'd made from scratch, which was why she was so nervous. ] Well?
[well it's probably good because stiles quickly follows the lick with a large chomp of the cupcake itself. in any case he's far too busy chewing to answer her verbally so after a moment of pointless gesturing with his free hand he just settles for flashing her a thumbs up.
[ She'd probably be more worried if it was anyone but Stiles, but rendering Stiles speechless is impossible on a good day. So this? Is probably the highest compliment she could receive. She grins, drawing up her knees. ] Thank you. Really. I don't really cook much, so I'm glad it's not poisoning you.
[and he's finally done chewing and swallowing his newest bite as he shrugs and licks idly around his mouth to make sure that he hasn't missed any crumbs or smears of frosting. and honestly, you're welcome for that view, allison.]
Eh, you never can be sure with poisons, sometimes they don't hit you right away. But as long as you just used kitchen stuff and not, like. Some mysterious unlabeled vial of glowing liquid, you're probably fine.
[ Allison bites her lip, does her best to pretend to look guilty. She can't keep it up for long, though, and unfolds herself, standing up to grab one of the cupcakes off the plate. ] I'm really glad you like them.
Definitely. And like. [holding a hand out in front of him. the one not holding the cupcake.]
Total honesty here, I probably would eat it even if it wasn't any good. But you did good, Allison, honest. [small, secret smile here.] And I don't just mean with following the recipe.
[ She's peeling the paper away from her cupcake, but stops when he thanks her. Because he's thanking her for more than the food, it seems, and it feels like -- something's hanging in the air, words neither of them are saying. ] You're welcome.
[ She wants to ask him what he means, but she doesn't want to ruin whatever this is happening between them right now. ] I just -- you've kind of been there the most since I got here, you know? So I wanted to do something for you.
[stiles almost points out how selfish his being around her could be construed, what with the guilt factor and just her being gone, but it's not even all that true because he's genuinely dug all the time he's spent with her and sort of regrets that they never managed to get here back home.
instead he just takes another bite of the cupcake, chews for a bit to consider an alternative answer, swallows and says:] Anytime. You know that, right?
[ It'd be silly of her at this point to not know that, and she grins, almost a little shy about it. Because she, too, has really enjoyed the time they've spent together. She's always liked Stiles, even if the most she ever really did for him was get him to Macy's so he could ask Lydia to the formal. Circumstances kept them from actually becoming close friends, but here, they don't have those. It's almost like a blank slate. ] Yeah. I do. Same goes for you.
[and there's not really all that much more to say to that, so stiles just sits down next to her and takes another bite, bumping shoulders with her lightly.]
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Date: 2015-02-27 05:49 am (UTC)[ She shuts the door behind her and settles in her usual spot on his bed, pulling of her boots as she does so. ] I just hope they're edible.
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Date: 2015-02-27 06:07 am (UTC)Allison, I am a teenage boy, literally everything is edible if I'm hungry enough. [and then he moves in to get a good lick at the icing to go ahead and prove his point.]
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Date: 2015-02-27 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 07:50 am (UTC)you done good girl.]
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Date: 2015-03-06 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-06 05:49 am (UTC)Eh, you never can be sure with poisons, sometimes they don't hit you right away. But as long as you just used kitchen stuff and not, like. Some mysterious unlabeled vial of glowing liquid, you're probably fine.
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Date: 2015-03-06 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-06 10:42 pm (UTC)Total honesty here, I probably would eat it even if it wasn't any good. But you did good, Allison, honest. [small, secret smile here.] And I don't just mean with following the recipe.
Thanks Allison.
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Date: 2015-03-07 06:15 am (UTC)[ She wants to ask him what he means, but she doesn't want to ruin whatever this is happening between them right now. ] I just -- you've kind of been there the most since I got here, you know? So I wanted to do something for you.
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Date: 2015-03-17 11:52 pm (UTC)instead he just takes another bite of the cupcake, chews for a bit to consider an alternative answer, swallows and says:] Anytime. You know that, right?
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Date: 2015-03-18 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-19 07:47 pm (UTC)