"What do you mean?"
"I didn't stutter," Bonnie faked contempt.
"Heard you, liar. People don't hate pancakes."
"Well, some people loathe pancakes. Get over it."
Bonnie twirled her fork, waiting for the stack to move.
Bonnie loved pancakes.
Damon's were undercooked.
She couldn't tell him that.
Bonnie picked at the pancakes—Gloopy and burnt.
"Oh, I know," Damon made vampire's teeth out of whipping cream.
"Don't you feel compelled to eat now?" He wagged his eyebrows.
Bonnie rolled her eyes. An illegal chuckle passed through her lips.
"Weirdo. "
She took a bite. And was sick for the day.
