While some of Kol's family had seemed to make an effort to try and change, others had not. Kol, for the most part, liked to think he was better than the original version of himself that had arrived a little over a year ago in Madison Valley. Again, much of that was due to the company he currently kept now. They'd helped him to find an inner calm that he'd always been searching for, but never truly locate. While some part of him would always be a killer, Kol didn't feel the urge to be a killer anymore.
"I'm sure you've met your share of folks here to help you with that," Kol replied. Surprisingly, being trapped in a small town was not nearly as dismal as he'd originally believed it to be. It had actually turned out to be rather fortunate.
When Oliver mentioned cooking, Kol raised a brow. Now that was something Kol would never excel at. Kayla tended to handle any cooking that went on at their house. He knew his strengths and they didn't tend to revolve around what happened in the kitchen.
"Well, now that is a surprise indeed. Battered onion rings? Now that sounds like something I need to try," Kol said. "Especially since I tend to enjoy bourbon more than any other alcohol in existence." As most Mikaelsons tended to do.