Bonnie approaches Damon with a lemon meringue pie as she bats her eyelashes, smiling.
"Don't."
"It's a peace offering."
He squints his eyes, eyebrows raised.
"Fighting is like second nature for us, but maybe we could be friends. Until we get out of here."
He was silent. He was stuck on the word friends.
"So, what do you say? You want to make the best of this bad situation?"
"You know, take lemons and make lemon meringue."
Bonnie was blushing; he liked that.
Damon smiled, putting a bit of meringue on her nose," Dork."
She chuckled," Jerk," returning the favor.