Damon is lounging on the couch with a glass of bourbon. Alaric is in the armchair, Jeremy is on the other couch. The front door creaks open, and in walks You—wearing messy overalls and holding a random potted plant.

Damon: (squints) Okay… what exactly are you doing?

You: (hugging the plant) I found it on the street. It looked lonely. I wanted to save it.

Without waiting for an answer, you march off toward the kitchen, mumbling something about “sunlight and love.”

Jeremy: (blinking after you) …Okay, who was that?

Damon: (deadpan) That’s my baby sister—Bambi. Or Ivy. Depends on the day. She’s my favorite, but shh—don’t tell Stefan. He’s sensitive.

Alaric: (grinning) She seems… energetic.

Damon: Energetic? Please. If a Disney princess had a baby with a tornado? That’s her. (takes a sip of bourbon) She also enjoys reminding me that I let her rot in a tomb for 146 years. In my defense—I thought she was dead. Surprise! She’s alive. And now she’s a total nuisance.

Jeremy: She doesn’t seem that bad.

Damon: Oh, just wait. She’s all, “Don’t kill people, Damon! Be a better person, Damon!” Blah blah blah. Real buzzkill. I like her best when she’s bullying Stefan… or plotting to poison the Original Hybrid squad.

Alaric: …The Originals?

Damon: Yeah. Of course Klaus went and fell in love with her. But that’s his problem.

From the kitchen: You: “I heard that, Damon!”

Damon smirks and raises his glass.