action.
[ She's in his clothes and in his apartment. Whatever would Stefan say is what he's thinking, but he cuts the thought off. He'll try not to be a five-year-old about this.
He'll also stop staring at her like an idiot. ]
Let's see... What's something you can't possibly burn or ruin...? Ooh. Here. You can help me with the salad. [ It's just adding a mixture of greens and reds and everything else into a big bowl. No chopping involved even. Easy peasy. Everything else is thankfully almost done. ] But first...
[ Damon points to a silver necklace on the countertop. It's not Elena's old vervain necklace, but it's a locket filled with vervain all the same. He thought she might like to have it with her. Vampire compulsion doesn't work as well as it does back home, but he's been growing a stash of vervain in the back room anyways. He'd asked Veridical for his old things back the moment he found out he'd been here before and it seemed the old Damon had grown plenty of it. He must have had good reason to. ]