#steter fluff

"What are you making?"

Claire blinked a couple times, completely lost on the guys thought process.

"What?"

"The pasta. What are you making?"

"Oh! Uh, I found a recipe for a creamy Caprese pasta."

The guy nodded, taking the multi wheat and whole-grain packages from their hand and putting them back on the shelf.

"Get the whole wheat one. If you're trying to be healthier, never use multigrain, unless it specifically says whole multigrain. There are no standardized regulations or definitions for the label multigrain, so it can be added to any packaging as long as the food inside it contains more than one type of cereal grain. Something can be multigrain and still be processed, bleached, or refined in a way that removes any real nutritional value.

"The whole wheat label means the wheat in that product hasn't been refined so healthy components like endosperm and bran are left intact. Unrefined products also have many more nutrients like B vitamins and trace metals like iron, zinc, and copper. This isn't to be confused with things that say they contain a hundred percent wheat, that only means it's completely made of wheat, not that said wheat is unprocessed. Along the same lines, something labeled whole grain is made of unrefined cereal, like barley, rice, oats, or flax.

"So just make sure to read your packaging and nutritional facts, some companies like to be sneaky with their wording so you assume you're eating something healthy."

As he was saying all this, the guy flipped over the pasta package in Claire's hands, pointing at the things they should be looking at. Claire just blinked a couple of times, trying to take in that knowledge vomit.

"Um, thank you. That's actually really helpful."

"No problem, I hope you enjoy your pasta. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go stop my husband from buying ten bottles of wine when we already have so many at home."

And with that the guy pushed his shopping cart out of the aisle, heading towards the wine. As he was leaving they could hear him, although the whole store could probably hear him as he wasn't being too quiet, talking.

"Peter Michael Stilinksi-Hale! I swear to gods, if you have more than two bottles in your hands, I'm letting Scott pick what's for dinner for a week!"

Claire just shook their head, a faint smile on their face, as they placed the whole wheat pasta in their cart. Maybe eating cheap healthy food wouldn't be too hard.

They saw the guy again when they were checking out, this time accompanied by who they assumed was his husband. Peter, if they remember correctly. They noted a few things. One, that there were, in fact, three bottles of wine in their cart, two, the guy was very aggressively and angrily placing his items onto the conveyer belt, and three, Peter had a very smug look on his face.

Finally, after everything was on the belt, and they were just waiting for the cashier to ring it all up, Peter slinked (yes, slinked) over to the pasta guy. He turned him around so they were facing each other, wrapping one arm around the guy's waist, and using the other to cup the guy's cheek. There was so much love in Peter's eyes, Claire almost felt ashamed for watching and intruding in on that moment.

He didn't say anything, and neither did pasta guy, they just looked at each other. After a moment though, the guy broke and gave Peter a small, private smile. He brought his arms up, wrapping them around Peter's neck, before placing a chaste, but clearly, heartfelt kiss to his lips. Peter smiled too, rubbing circles into the guy's cheek with his thumb.

"I love you, Stiles."

(Stiles! Finally a name, now they can stop calling him pasta guy in their head.)

"I love you too, moja miłość."

Stiles pecked Peter's lips again, before turning to pay for their groceries. Peter stayed wrapped around him though, pressed firmly to Stiles' back with his arms wrapped around his waist. They were clearly truly in love, which made Claire happy. It wasn't too often you saw true connections like that, ones that will last for a lifetime and then some. They could only hope to have something like that someday.

"Scott is still picking dinner for the next week though, dear."

Peter visibly deflated, a scowl falling onto his face. He just sighed though, obviously too stubborn to back down.

"Yes, sweetheart, whatever you say."