Stefan grinned, gladdened by Elena's answer. He slipped back into his chair beside Elena and reached out to take Elena's hand. He gave her a little wink before popping her finger in his mouth and giving it a little lick like she had done. He could still taste a bit of the sugar there but, no matter how good his mother's cooking was, the taste of Elena's skin was by far the best thing about it. He let his fingers twine with hers, lowering their hands to rest in his lap. "She likes you too," he told her, the wide smile still spread across his face as he looked at her. "But you could probably tell that," he added. Of course, Stefan loved his mother, even after all these years and finding out she had left rather than died, and thought the world of her no matter what, but he knew she really had liked Elena. He could tell by the way she'd given the both of them her special smile; the one that had been reserved just for the brothers when they were little. He'd remembered that smile every day of his very long life. It was so good to see it again, and have Elena included in that. Elena was a part of Stefan, after all. It was important to him that his mother approved.