hey old friend, whadaya say old friend

[beanchaointe]

[Stiles has told Lydia several times that she doesn't need to stay in Mystic Falls. She's refusing to listen. Things are starting to get worse here, and whatever impending storm is coming is going to be here soon. She puts herself out and about in town when she can, trying to see if she can catch something that might give her a clearer idea of what's going to happen.

What she isn't expecting, is to run into a familiar face.

She's having another text argument with Stiles about her current life choices when she catches a familiar set of cheek bones out of the corner of her eye. She turns towards them, eyes narrowing before she asks:]

Jackson?

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1/3

[braveandstupid]

👍

[And that is it from Elena, because she is driving.]

[vampireboulevard]

He picked me up from the airport last night with Elena. Don't be weird.

The girls are good! See you in a bit.

Stefan, if you need me to pick up anything on the way, let me know. I'm just going to drop Ryan off at the school.

[So he can back up Ric if need be. Or they'll just be silent and broody at each other. But better safe than sorry. Jo fix him dinner, it'll be fine.]

[somanyadjectives]

Thanks, Caroline.

[Maybe he'll just ... cook. Might as well flex some of those kitchen muscles, and he can pawn some of the chopping off on Elena.]

1/2

[cholesterol]

My kid also goes to her school.

I lied 2/3

[unforgivably]

( Damon's turn for an emoji. This all seems sorted. )

👍

DONE

[shreds]

I second the salad option.

[somanyadjectives]

Then you can come down and help chop.

[Yep, Stefan's decided he's cooking, he's already sent Elena a list. Everyone get ready for a homecooked Italian dinner.]

[shreds]

Letting me near a kitchen knife? Yes, please. Consider me your sous chef, Stefan.