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Of course.

[She herself wishes the results could have been different, but there's nothing she can do about that now. Instead, she simply nods, and extinguishes the candles with a wave of her hand.]

If there's anything else I can do, please let me know.

( damon heaves out a long breath as his arm winds around elena's back. he holds on just as tightly as she holds on to him. it's reassurance. he's still here. he's right here with her.

he tilts his head to the side with a half smile, because he knows this has already been a rough year for freya too. ...or a rough life from what she's told him. and. he decides to do what he does best. lighten the mood. )

Well, I don't know about you two, but I'd really rather not be sober right now.

( elena scoffs thickly; it's entirely possible she'd been seconds away from actual tears, which would've been embarrassing, and damon being damon has curtailed them. she rolls her eyes instead, though there's a fondness to the gesture that is unmistakable. ) Don't you ever get tired of bourbon?

( don't answer that. )

( damon waves a hand vaguely, and he'll answer the question anyway because how dare she even suggest such a thing. ) I don't, but I've already seen a very ancient, powerful witch drunk as hell... so I was thinking about a different hit to our sobriety. ( he moves to search through the nearest closet. )

[Her eyebrows go up a bit at the suggestion, before crossing her arms in front of her chest as she turns to watch him.]

I'm almost hesitant to ask.

[But she's still asking, and she doesn't sound opposed.]

[ Damon pulls brownies out of the closet. Look at how innocent his suggestion is, okay? The brownies were just made with a special ingredient. They're also delicious. ]

Have you ever tried pot?

[ This is a much younger Elena so he can't say that he knows if she's tried pot at this time or not. Her brother has, and she never approved of it, but her brother ain't around. ]

( ukw she is not going to dignify that question with an answer, as she can almost feel jeremy's eyes boring holes in the back of her head across universes.

(yes.)

another scoff. ) Damon, I don't think Freya's idea of feeling better is trying pot with you.

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[Freya had been eyeing the brownies curiously as he and Elena discuss this, but when her name is mentioned, her eyebrows go up and she glances back to Elena.]

I may have slept through the sixties, but witches had been using ... let's call them recreational herbs for a very long time.

[She takes a few steps forward, before picking one of the brownies up off the plates.]

Though never quite like this.

( The sixties were the first decade that Damon had his emotions off, the first of many to come. Damon waltzes back over with the plate of brownies as he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his gaze at Elena. She doesn't answer, which is... answer enough. Cough. )

It will make everybody feel better though... or at least not feel so much for a little while, and don't worry. You weren't missing much in the 60s.

( He smiles, all pleased, when Freya picks one up, and then he slides the plate towards Elena. )

Alright, you too. Don't worry. I won't tell Little Gilbert. ( or tell Elena that she'll later get high with her little brother. )

( well.

if freya is intrigued and willing...

elena purses her lips, looking off to the side to keep from looking too amused. ) This isn't about Jeremy. ( except it totally was. she likes her big sister posturing ok, but it's true that jeremy isn't here ... ok, so maybe one brownie won't be the end of the world.

she gingerly picks one up off the plate. ) Not a fan of the sixties, then?

( damon smirks knowingly since he knows better, but he'll just set the plate down in between the three of them, and then lean back in the nearest chair. he shrugs. at the time, he wasn't really a fan of anything at all. he leans back to look at the ceiling, taking a bite out of a brownie. )

Maybe I just needed to get high more to truly appreciate them.

( except not cause a high emotionless dangerous vampire is a bad idea. )

Could have had some profound moments about life and found things groovy. Or was that the 70s...

[Freya will move towards one of the comfortable chairs and settle in, before taking a bite herself. The flavor was certainly interesting, but it wasn't terrible either.]

Elijah doesn't really think highly of them, but I think we all know that Elijah can be a bit of a snob.

[It's said fondly. She adores her brother, but she also knows that he's the type to name drop Freud in the middle of a therapy session and has Opinions about long dead presidents.]

( elena sinks down to the floor, right next to the chair damon's decided to occupy.

she can't help the tiny smirk that tugs across her lips as she nibbles on a brownie. she likes elijah. he was the first mikaelson elena ever did truly like, outside of freya, but she cannot deny this either. ) Have you ever seen him wearing anything that isn't a suit?

( this is a legitimate question. )

[She would love to say yes. She's actually about to, before she takes a bite of the brownie and quietly chews for a moment because she really has to think about it.]

Does it count if he's just missing a jacket and tie?

[These are very important questions.]

( damon snorts lightly at that before he shakes his head, reaching down to wind his hand around her shoulder. )

Doesn't count.

He really never wears just a plain shirt?

I don't think anything about Elijah could ever be described as plain.

( and that includes his attiring.

sorry, damon. it's just true words. )

[There's a flicker of amusement at Elena's comment, before she shrugs.]

I would assume that he doesn't sleep in a three piece suit, but he's usually dressed by the time he comes down for breakfast.

[And then she gives a small shrug.]

If he likes it, who am I to judge him.

( damon's just gonna make a face at that comment, elena.

while shoving another pot brown into his mouth. )

You're his sister so. Judgement's part of the whole sibling thing. Also, it's like who are you trying to impress, man?

He's Elijah. He doesn't need to impress anyone.

( ok, so she may be doing this on purpose to rankle damon, if elena's sly glance at freya is any indication.

she sighs a moment later, though. it takes a while for pot to have an effect when it's wrapped up in food, and elena is only now starting to feel the beginnings of it. ) Is anyone else in the mood for some cheese fries?

[Freya's about to point out that it's not a crime to like nice things (and totally not reveal her brother's deep seated psychological issues brought on by her mother trying to protect her children from themselves) but before she can betray her brother's confidence her pot-addled brain is suddenly distracted by the mention of food.]

What are cheese fries?

( Damon gasps dramatically and pushes himself up to his feet. )

Pretty sure Elena would consider your not knowing what cheesy fries are an actual tragedy. ( he pulls out a big basket from the closet, each section is covered in different toppings, but the most important part is the fries and the cheese. he sets it in the middle and then sinks back into his seat to lean further back. he brought some joints too tbqh cause he wants to get high as well, and the brownies are not doing it. ) Introducing you to a greasy, cheesy overload for all your munchie needs.

( damon's shock might be feigned because he's an ass, but elena's mouth drops like she's genuinely distressed.

there is so much that freya needs to be introduced to, but cheese fries? this really is something that needs to be rectified immediately. thankfully, she can trust her boo to be on the case. which is a good thing, because her legs are super lazy at the moment and won't do what they're told. ) Freya, I feel like I need to warn you: your world will not be the same. ( elena is letting freya have the first fry, that's a huge deal ok. )

[Her eyebrows furrow at that, because that is a Strong Statement, given the way Freya has lived er life thus far. Every year she lived has led to her world never being the same. But Freya will take the opportunity and reach forward, picking a fry with a decent amount of cheese, before hesitantly taking a bite.

Then her eyes widen as the flavors hit her and she shoves the rest into her mouth, her hand coming up as she tries to eat and speak at the same time.]

That is amazing.

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