"Oh." Mystic Falls was ridiculously historical. Many of the families there could trace their lineage back to the Mayflower, so they said. And there were direct descendants from the town founders, too. Elena was one of them. The Gilberts were instrumental in the foundation of the area. So she understood that kind of research, she assumed. "I'm sure you might be able to find some history in a library or something. They have those in Preya, right?"
She moved over to a chair opposite his and slipped into it, holding her sugary, iced, blended drink with two hands. "A beer used to put me to sleep," Elena admitted. Used to. She didn't seem to catch the slip. "Something with some extra caffeine and sugar is exactly what the doctor ordered."
She blushed just a little, and reached out to shake his hand. Hers was very cold from the drink she was holding. "Hi, Sam."