Yes. Beyond terrible. Stop encouraging her.

Boo. Tomato tomato tomato.

Uh. I have an old war injury. Gonna need one of those gardening foams.

Pretended— Wasn’t your last 200 years a persona? Very pot, kettle if you ask me.

; DAMN BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?? ‘never once did he check beneath the floors to find her garden of inspiration’ I have never— wow. This was phenomenal. Please don’t ever be scared about positing a solo again. You’re rancid. I’m jealous. ily xx.

; the communal brain cell was working overtime!

Who is ‘ Kathoune ’ . . . I must’ve been drunker than I remember.

Stefan was a little too ‘one flew over the cuckoo’s nest’ to write— but, I’m sure he broke several necks on your behalf.

To be completely fair — you died. Carrying on sending grand gestures to your ghost seemed. . . stupid? That was more in Stefan’s wheelhouse than mine.

Utah. The Mormons were too much for her.

We weren’t even ( sure ) about the tomb. You know how Emily loved to get her way. I had to wait 145 years to even access it again. . . I wasn’t gonna search with pep in my step. Once the comet came, out of sheer boredom I checked it out. Sue me.

I'm gonna bribe the officials. I'm gonna kill all the judges. It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage.

I missed the part where that’s my problem, Katherine. If you didn’t chug mine like you were running a frat, maybe you wouldn’t be here. “Take off your sunglasses inside.” Okay, Dad. Are you sure you weren’t ( talking ) to these middle-aged men? You’re starting to sound like one.

What— ? You’re one to talk. I don’t think you’ve ever actually brought up your father to me. . . that bad, huh? Leave my picks of the week out of this, we’re talking about 𝙮𝙤𝙪. [ He traces the lip of his glass, index finger playing with the little black straw.]

I wasn’t actually ever given the chance— if I remember correctly. [ He takes a sip, pale lips encapsulating the liquid. ] I was a stupid kid when we met, too busy running from my own problems. I’d doubt I’d ever ask about yours. . . and now? Guess I’m still bitter.

Shut up. [ He stole one of her shots. ] There you go putting words in my mouth. Almost two centuries, nothing’s really changed. Stop blaming me for not deciding to lift up the mask when all along. . . ( you ) forgot how to take it off.