[ He is such a child. He's the most childest child ever, because of course he has to be during their adult conversation. That's why Elena crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes to the side when he looks her over. Basically, she's waiting for him to be done with checking her out, and she gives him a short moment for it. And maybe, without thinking about it, she pulls her shoulders back for a better view, shh.
Her 'are you done?' gaze returns to him promptly, but she's not nearly smiling still. She's not. Elena does furrow her brows though, pouts a little in thought. ] And take Caroline shopping? If I can manage that, you can manage packing. [ Oh, hey, mock idea: ] Unless you wanna switch. [ You don't want to switch, Damon. ]