"No."

"Well, I feel fat."

Damon snorted as he carried a nauseous Bonnie upstairs.

"You could eat your weight in cheese and still not be fat. Tiny thing."

This time, Bonnie snorted before swallowing heavily, stopping herself from throwing up.

"Careful there, little bird. I don't want regurgitated bourbon on my good shirt."

"It is a nice shirt." Bonnie played with his collar.

"Remind me never to drink again."

"No promises."

They arrived. Just before Damon put her on the ground, she kissed him once on each cheek.

"Thanks for the ride, sugar."

Damon was burning red.