The next morning, Jamie woke up to the smell of bacon and telltale clatter of someone cooking. She stood up and stretched, wincing. She made a mental note to not fall asleep curled up on the couch anymore before wandering off towards the kitchen.

She stumbled through the doorway, running a hand through her tangled, curly red hair. Klaus looked up from his cooking and smiled. "So Sleeping Beauty awakens."

Jamie scowled. "First, food. Then you can talk."

Klaus smirked, but handed her a plate with an omelet on it. "It was supposed to be Kol's, but you woke first. He'll just have to make his own."

Jamie took a bite, then commented, "He won't be too happy about that."

They stood in silence for a while, both skirting around the elephant in the room.. Their kiss. Both wanted to discuss it but weren't sure how.

The silence was broken when Rebekah walked in, already looking impeccably ready for the day. "I'm going to forgo my nonexistent-omelet for a nice cup of A+," she announced, pulling up a crystal tumbler.

Kol sped into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and pulling out a bloodbag. "Last A+, sis. Find another type."

Rebekah narrowed her eyes. "That's my favorite kind! You only took it to spite me, there's plenty of B- left!"

"Well, today I want A+. Deal with it." Kol pulled out a straw and, while maintaining eye contact with Rebekah, stuck it in the bag like a juice pouch.

Jamie smiled, trying not to laugh at her friend's antics. She shook her head and returned her attention to her breakfast. "This is great, Klaus."

"Sorry, we're out of cheddar. I had to use colby." Klaus says the word with distaste.

"Ah, I see. You're a foodie who looks down on what us mere mortal consume. That's cool. As long as the meals I eat while I'm here are edible."

"You've got to be particular about food, love. That's what I've learned over the past thousand years."

Their banter was disrupted by a knock at the door before a certain blonde vampire breezed right on in. "Where's Jamie?"

Jamie raised her fork, catching Caroline's eye. "Present."

"Mom was worried sick when you didn't come home last night! I had to convince her that you had planned to spend the night at Elena's."

Jamie looked confused. "Elena's your friend, not mine. Mom knows that, right?"

"She was desperate. She bought it. But you can't stay here any longer! She's getting worried!"

Jamie raised an eyebrow challengingly, pulling out her phone and calling her mother. "Hey mom. Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, and Rebekah invited me to stay at the Mikaelson's for a few days, is that alright?...Sure, you can talk to her." Jamie offered Rebekah the phone with a look that said, 'Play along.'

Rebekah rolled her eyes, but took it. "Hello, Sheriff Forces. Yes, I did invite Jamie over. Is that alright? Good. Good. Okay, thank you. Bye now." She hung up. "Your mother's fine with it."

Caroline looked indignant. "You can't just go over my head for your own selfish reasons, Jamie! You being a Magister affects all of us!"

Jamie pushed away from the counter, stalking towards her sister. "Yes, it does. And the safest place for me is with the Mikaelson's, since they have no wish for death and a thousand years' experience of defying it. So you can just leave well enough alone!"

Caroline looked shocked, blinking back a few tears. "I just wanted to help you."

Jamie lowered her volume. "I know, but please trust me when I say I've got it covered. Okay?"

Caroline straightened her shoulders, nodding. "I guess I'll see you tonight?"

"Tonight?"

Caroline stared at her. "The girl's night we had planned for the last month?"

"Oh, yes, that. Rebekah's coming to, aren't you?"

Rebekah looked bored. "I suppose so. I've had enough of my brothers. If I don't escape I'll end up stabbing someone with a fork."

Caroline looked pleased. "It's settled. The Grill, at eight. See you there!"