Rose rolled her eyes at the look that crossed Damon's face when he leaned around her to peek at Alaric. She knew that look. It earned him a half-hearted fist to his shoulder. "Tell me you did not munch on the hunter last night. Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to snack on your friends?"

She turned her attention to Alaric then, her expression patiently exasperated as her gaze searched his face. At least he had some orange juice. How had he managed that? She'd not even been given a choice, not that it mattered much. "I'd apologize for his appalling manners, but you've known him longer than I have, so you'd be aware of that. I offer my sympathies instead. Thank you for asking, though. Last night was rather... rough."

She shot a scowl at Damon to stave off any more retorted about her intelligence. So it hadn't been the smartest risk to take, but if he called her stupid again, she was upending her glass of water over his head.