Suddenly picturing Stiles eating some kind of wrapped candy that doesn’t say the flavor on it and not wanting to pick a bad one he shoves them beneath Derek’s nose and asks, “what is it?” and Derek doesn’t even have to question the question because this happens like every other day and he’s stopped fighting it so he just sniffs and says “wild berry.” And Stiles sighs and tosses it away and shoves the next one under until he finds the kind he wants.
“The fuck? They don’t put the, uh,” Stiles snaps his fingers, frowning at the candy. “The flavours on here.”
“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Derek tells him. Stiles shakes his head.
“I hate surprises,” he says.
So does Derek. He doesn’t even bother suppressing the fond look on his face. Stiles doesn’t notice; he’s trying to see the colour of the candy through the wrapper by holding it up to the light. No dice.
He offers it up to Derek, brows furrowed. “So what kind is it?”
Derek squints, sniffs at it. Syrupy sugar and food colouring—red. No, pink. “I think it’s watermelon.”
Stiles gasps, chucks it into the basket like it burned him. He selects a new one, presents it to Derek.
Tartaric acid. Blue—purple. Derek grimaces. “Grape,” he decides, and Stiles’ eyes light up.
“I love grape,” he says, twisting at the paper.
“M’kay,” Derek says wearily, “but I’m not kissing you if you eat that shit. It’s gross.”
Stiles slumps his shoulders. Looks back and forth at the candy and Derek. “Fine,” he snaps eventually, shoving the candy into his pocket. “Find me a strawberry one, then.”
OMG - do you think Derek could figure out exactly what flavor the “Mystery Flavor” DumDum is?!?