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[ Elena is much too accustomed to his compulsively domestic behavior, and she takes it in stride, peering up at him for only one knowing moment when he switches her plate. It's almost ... normal. If not normal, familiar.
She starts untwisting the bread bag's tie, the slant of her shoulders remarkably level and much less slumped and defeated than when they first showed here. Because this is familiar too, talking like this. And she needs to take this all in stride; the moment she commits it's astoundingly easy.
Or she's just used to it. ] Do you think he'd - ? [ She looks sidelong at him. You know, get all stakey? ] I was gonna go down there and check it out. Sam was helpful and it seemed like he knew a thing or two. I don't think trying to keep the peace here is a bad idea, Damon.
[ This is a pointed remark. Meaning: the Defense Force is a good notion in her book. She doesn't mention or ask about the attacks she knows has taken place. She's just not ready to, and doesn't want to accuse him. That's probably part of the reason she's going herself. Elena turns towards him while she says this, and then does a full 180 towards the fridge for ingredients. See, very pointed. ]