Stiles feels ravenous when he actually gets a smell of the food as they make their dinner, and when everything's put away and he sets the plates down on the little kitchen table, he's practically inhaling the food before he's even sat down.

He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until he started making the sandwiches. Sitting there eating, he keeps casting Peter little glances. He can feel how content the man is, and he doesn't know if it's through their mating bond or his own innate magic ability, being Peter's emissary.

But he likes it, feels proud of it.