"Peppermint tea it is," Derek agrees before moving away from the table. By now, there's another line, but it's only two people deep, so he's grateful that he won't have to make her wait for long.

Admittedly, he feels a little safer in this place than he probably ought to. If there are hunters here, he can only assume that they would be just as unwilling to jeopardize their potential wish fulfillment by killing another resident, so he tells himself that his life isn't in danger here.

That doesn't change the fact that the concept of werewolves is scary to most people, because pop culture suggests bloodthirsty monsters with an inability to control themselves. Decades of misinformation are typically pretty difficult to diffuse and put right, in Derek's experience, so bringing up the reality of his situation in order to explain how he has the ability to protect against what he protects against is making him a little nervous, if he's honest with himself.

After getting Felicity's tea, Derek heads back to the table, setting the cup down in front of her and picking up his own drink, partially because he actually wants it, but mostly because he wants to stall a few seconds longer.

"So...let me start with this," he suggests before continuing after a brief pause, "if I say supernatural, what do you think of first?"