Stiles watches, with his mouth shut and hand holding on to Derek so he won't say anything, as his father's face lights up at the sight of the big plate of cookies on top of the counter.

Then he watches the absolute look of horror and betrayal when he reaches out for one of the cookies and bites into it. "Son, how could you?"

"Raising are only disappointing because you expected chocolate chips instead," Stiles tells him and grabs one cookie for himself and one for Derek. "That's all on you, dad."