The One With the Spiralizer
“But look, Derek, this is on sale!”
Derek eyed the kitchen gadget Stiles was waving in his face and sighed. “Stiles, we do not need a spiralizer.”
“Sure we do! No kitchen is complete without one!” Stiles pointed to the back of the box. “Look, we can make vegetable spaghetti!”
Derek pushed the box away. “Honestly, I’d be happy if you’d make regular spaghetti once in a while.”
Stiles stuck his tongue out. “Maybe I would if you didn’t insist on having it with homemade tomato sauce that takes twelve hours to cook.”
“Homemade sauce tastes better,” Derek said. “The storebought stuff is just…watered-down ketchup.”
Stiles snorted. “Like you can tell.”
Derek flared his nostrils. “Werewolf. And besides, you said you liked homemade sauce better, too. In fact, I distinctly remember a very specific show of appreciation the first time I used it in lasagna.”
Stiles flushed and the faint scent of arousal hit Derek’s nose.
Derek smirked. “So you do remember.”
“Hey, no fair using your super sniffer against me.” Stiles chucked the spiralizer into the shopping cart. “And besides, that has absolutely nothing to do with this kitchen item that we totally need.”
Derek grabbed it out of the cart and set it back on the shelf. “Stiles, we’re not buying something that makes curly squash. You don’t even like squash.”
“Well, maybe I would like it if I could make it curly!” Stiles grabbed the box again. “And look, I can also use it to make homemade curly fries!”
“I have never, in the seven years we’ve known each other, heard you express a desire to make homemade curly fries.”
Stiles poked him in the chest with the box. “Maybe it’s because I believed it wasn’t possible, Derek. Did you ever think of that?”
Derek rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Stiles, we aren’t spending thirty dollars on a spiralizer you are going to use once before it ends up collecting dust in the pantry.”
Stiles looked him dead in the eyes. “Oh, you mean like the one hundred dollars you spent on that Alfred Hitchcock DVD set three years ago that you still haven’t opened?”
“Hey, those movies are classics,” Derek said.
Stiles just raised his eyebrows. “Never. Opened.”
Derek pressed his lips together, counted to ten, and remembered what John had said when Derek had asked him for advice shortly after he and Stiles had started dating.
Be honest with each other, never skip date night, communicate as often as you can, and learn to pick your battles.
This…was probably not a battle worth picking.
Besides, Stiles had a point about the DVDs.
“Put it in the cart,” Derek muttered.
Stiles cheered and kissed Derek on the cheek. “You just wait, dude. I’m going to spiralize the shit out of everything.”
(Derek was wrong. Stiles did not use the spiralizer once before it ended up in the pantry collecting dust.