If it's not cool enough, you'd probably just fucking steal mine again.

[ So. Yes. He's going to get a cool one. Derek takes another bite of his burger while Tate asks to sleep over, but before he gets a chance to answer, he's just - pulling a face. He opens the burger up and moves out all the onions into the wrapper, looking lightly disgusted while he talks. ]

Yeah. Doesn't smell like it's going to rain or anything, so. Should be okay.

[ He pays more attention once the onions are gone, looking up. ]

And - you don't have to ask? This thing is yours. That's the whole point.