Recap:

"Don't burden yourself with this - and I'm not going to say Davina wouldn't want it, because she's not here, but don't forget her, okay? Keep her legacy alive,"

He gives me a soft, but sincere smile, and I squeeze his hand, and get up, making my way outside.

The Next Day

"What are you doing?" Kol leans on the counter, with folded arms while I put the kettle on the stove.

"I'm making tea," I reply, rummaging through the cupboards.

"You know we don't have to consume anything, right?" he looks sort of amused, and I shrug.

"I'll have it for the taste, then. I'm making you some. You'll love it, I swear," I locate the black tea bags, and place one in both cups.

"So, Kol, other than being a savage, psychotic vampire, what do you like to do?"

He laughs at my description of him, shoulders and everything, and unfolds his arms with a shrug.

"Well... I was a bit of a Shakespeare fanatic, and I enjoyed music for a bit. None of that garbage they have now, though," He explains and I shake my head at him.

"A lot of it is horrible, yes, but there's some good," I pour some water into both teacups.

"My guess is that when we get out of here, and I'm healed, you'll introduce me to the ones that aren't so bad?" he scrunches his face up cutely and I nod.

"Definitely, Mr. Mikaelson," I remove the tea bags from the cups and add milk and a bit of sugar.

"Here you are," I hand him a cup once I finish stirring it, and he takes it out of my hand, drinking it in a few gulps - hot and everything.

"That... was great," he smiles and I return it, but he takes my tea and drinks it as well.

"Hey!" I complain, and he places both cups in the sink. "Kol! I wanted that!"

"You can always make more?" he suggests, smirking a bit and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not making any more for you," I turn around and walk back into the living room, dropping myself on the couch.

"Sorry," he chuckles, sitting beside me and I hum disinterestedly. "Stop being mad,"

"I'm not mad. I was just looking forward to my tea,"

"I'll make you some, then," he suggests and I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Can you even boil water, Kol?"

He looks offended at my question and I almost laugh. "I'll have you know that I am a great cook - better than you, probably,"

"Most likely, because you've been alive for a thousand years and I can't cook to save my life,"

"I'll cook something for you - one day," he tells me, and I nod.

"I'm holding you to that, Mikaelson. I do love to eat,"