"We can deal with me, once we have you up to full strength," Damon replied, arching an eyebrow. It hadn't been all that long ago that Elena was doing everything in her power to avoid him, and now she seemed to be taking an actual interest. It was a nice change. He reached over to the stove and turned on the burner, or rather, he attempted to.
"Does your choice of soup still hold if it's cold?" he asked, pressing his hand onto the dead burner. "No power."