Five times Stiles’ baking changed the course of history in Beacon Hills (and one time somebody stepped up for him). Or, Stiles Stilinski: Baking is Magic!
He lays in bed for a minute longer staring at his phone before pulling up Peter's number and dialing. “Next time you play at being a professional asshole can you do it later in the day?” he says as soon as Peter answers. “It's too early in the morning to deal with Scott’s hysterics.”
He gets a warm chuckle in return. “Poor Scott. He was quite devastated to find he wasn’t God's gift to women.” Another soft laugh, and it shouldn’t make warmth curl in Stiles’s belly the way it does. Peter’s a terrible person, he reminds himself. Why else would he volunteer to have unpleasant conversations for fun?
Stiles remembers why he called. ‘“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I think Scott got the message, once he got over being butthurt,” Stiles says. “So good job. Maybe you should start a business doing this, telling people shit they don’t want to hear.”
Peter hums speculatively. “You know, maybe I will.”
