Don't tell Stiles that. He'd be smug.

Biting into a piece, he went over to the freezer and pulled out a steak, grabbing another plate to set it on to thaw. "There," he said, mouth full. "His royal fluffiness's dinner is thawing. Unless you feel like catching a rabbit or something."

He went over to Derek, breaking off a piece and holding it close. "You sure you don't want some? It's good."