While Andie and Jenna set up the plates and silverware at the table, Agneta was in the kitchen; with her hair pulled up, reading the recipe book that rested before her.... waiting for Damon to get back from the store.

"Alright! I need tomatoes, parmesan, mozzarella, bread crumbs, minced onions, garlic, basil, parsley, olive oil and lastly salt and pepper," She mumbled, getting everything ready.

Her ears perked up when she heard Damon coming through the back door, with two bags in his hand.

"Finally!" She groaned, quickly grabbing the bags and placed them on the counter.

Agneta raced over to the oven and preheated it, before racing back to the counter; and started to combine everything together that was to be stuffed in the tomatoes. After the stuffing was made, she hollowed out the middle of the tomatoes, and gently placed the stuffing inside them.

"Need any help?" Damon asked.

"No!" Agneta said, motioning him to leave.

Suddenly the oven beeped, as Agneta sprinkled the mozzarella on top of the tomatoes.... she then quickly placed the stuffed tomatoes in the oven and set the timer for 10 minutes. While the stuffed tomatoes were cooking, she quickly started making the salad not realizing Damon was still standing behind her, watching her every move.

"You seem so relaxed," Damon replied, causing Agneta to turn around.

"I'm far from being relaxed, I should've had more time to plan out a dinner but no; you had to invite my brother over for dinner," Agneta frowned.

"Well if you must know, it smells amazing," Damon smiled lightly.

Agneta rolled her eyes before turning her attention to back to the salad... pouring balsamic vinegar all over it.

"Here, go set this on the table," Agneta replied, handing the salad bowl off to Damon.

Agneta walked out of the kitchen holding the tray with the stuffed tomatoes, gently setting them on the table. Her eyes scanned the room and noticed a familiar face, which caused her to frown.

"John, why are you here?" Agneta asked.

"Damon invited me," John smirked.

Agneta rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath before taking a seat next to her brother.... watching everyone fix their plate.

"Hate to break it to you, Damon; but according to Elijah, your family is not a founder of this town," Jenna announced, pouring everyone a glass of wine.

"Hmm, do tell," Damon said, looking rather interested.

Agneta was ready to pass out because she was bored and ready to leave.

"As I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a fraction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trials in the 1680's. However over the next hundred years, they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution," Elijah replied.

"Actually, it was the 1690's," Agneta piped in.

"I'm sorry?" Elijah questioned.

"The witch trials were actually in the 1690's," Agneta said, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes.

"Of course," Elijah mumbled.

"Yeah, but there was no tangible proof there were witches in Salem," Andie laughed lightly.

"Andie's a journalist, big on facts," Damon mentioned.

"And are you aware some journalists tend to believe anything they read?" Agneta mumbled, glaring at Andie.

Everyone stood up as Andie announced that the gentleman should take their drinks to the study, while the women drink coffee in the parlor.

"I have to say, the food was almost as wonderful as the company," Elijah said, lightly smiling at his younger sister.

"I'll take that as a compliment, now excuse me while I clean up,"  Agneta replied, walking to the kitchen with an arm full of dishes.

"Hey, no, you cooked," Damon argued, grabbing Agneta's arm as they both entered the kitchen.

"It's fine, I'm more then capable to do it," Agneta frowned, pulling away from him.

"Why don't you go join Andie and Jenna in the parlor for some coffee?" Damon asked.

"Because I don't feel like having coffee with your girlfriend," Agneta said.

"And why not? You didn't want me, you said you wanted to start over as friends; so please tell me why you hate Andie?" Damon asked, standing in front of her now.

"I never said I hated her, I just don't want to have coffee with her.... or Jenna," Agneta groaned, growing annoyed with Damon.

"You say you don't but the facial expression you make when you talk to her says otherwise," Damon said.

"I-you know what! NO, I don't have to explain myself to you," Agneta growled, setting the plates in the sink.

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before turning around.... to face Damon.

"I'm not have this conversation with you, if you keep harassing me... she'll become my dinner," Agneta said.

Before Damon could say anything, Alaric came in the kitchen suggesting that Agneta whip up a quick dessert.... Agneta rolled her eyes but nodded, quickly flipping through the cookbook. She flipped through the book and decided nothing looked good enough, so she decided to make some homemade chocolate chip cookies.

"What is it Elijah?" Agneta asked, hearing him walk into kitchen.

"I forgot how much I missed your baking," he smiled lightly, rolling up his sleeves as he made his way towards the sink.... turning the faucet on. "I believe Damon Salvatore is planning something,"

Agneta opened the oven and checked on the cookies, before turning around to face him.

"So do I, but I've already promised to break every bone in his body... if he does," Agneta replied.

"Do be careful, sister," Elijah sighed.

"I could say the same for you, he hates you more," Agneta said.

Elijah chuckled as he turned off the faucet, then left.... Agneta laughed lightly, before she pulled the cookies out; her mouth watered as the chocolate smell filled her nose.

"Perfect," She mumbled, carrying the tray out into the dining area; as she walked into the dining room, her smile dropped when she noticed Elijah was hunched over... grey and veiny. "Damon, what the fuck?!" was the last thing Agneta said before everything went dark.