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"Wait! You mean we don't have anything we have to do today?" Stiles was astonished.
"We do not," Peter confirmed.
"How did that happen?" Stiles asked.
Peter shrugged. "Not sure if it's bad luck or good. It just is."
"And we can do nothing?"
"I'm not so sure you are capable of doing nothing," Peter teased. "Especially not for an entire day."
"Rude!" But Stiles laughed.
"What would you like to do?" Peter asked. "We can bask in the sun, read books, cook some food, go on a picnic... whatever you would like."
"While basking in the sun sounds attractive, I'd like to spend some time with you," Stiles admitted. "Maybe we could kind of combine a couple of those things."
"Which ones?"
"It's still early enough, we could bake some cookies, throw some sandwiches together, grab a book and go for a picnic. It shouldn't take long to get organized, and we can spend the day in the park just kind of hanging out," Stiles suggested.
"Sounds like a plan!" Peter agreed. Stiles' sweet tooth was something of a running joke and any opportunity to make sweets -- like cookies -- Stiles always took advantage of.
Peter only baked one sheet of cookies, wrapping the rest of the dough to bake later. It certainly wouldn't go to waste.
Stiles hummed cheerfully as he put sandwiches together. It might be glorified peanut butter and jelly, but it was organic peanut butter and home made fig jam they had gotten at the farmer's market the previous weekend. All of it was on sourdough bread Peter had picked up at the bakery. Sometimes, the classics were the best.
Stiles put some drinks in a thermos and added bottled water to a cooler bag. He tore a strip of paper towels off the roll in the kitchen -- he knew himself well enough to know he was more than likely to spill something.
"Ready?" Peter asked.
"Ready!"
CRACK!
"No!" Stiles said in horror.
They watched as a few fat drops of rain came down.
"Maybe it won't be too bad..." Peter started as the sky opened.
"Huh." Peter peered out at the dark sky. "Looks like it's going to rain for a while."
"I guess we're out of luck," Stiles frowned.
"Nonsense. Come with me." Peter went back into the house. He went into the den. "Push your chair and the ottoman over here next to the couch."
They soon had a large padded area. Peter spread a blanket and dug his book out of the bag.
"We can do nothing here," Peter said. He patted the space next to him. "I'll take one of those sandwiches, if you please."
Stiles grinned. He dropped down and slung his legs over Peter's. He handed Peter a sandwich and kept one for himself. Glancing up from his book at one point, Peter noticed that Stiles had nodded off. He marked his place and put the book aside.
A nap was an excellent idea.