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[That was cute, but... something was off about that memory. Towards the end. Her brow furrows.]

... What happened there?

I don't know.

[It's the truth: Stefan doesn't actually remember this. Or the other memory of Elena, if he were frank.] I'm guessing that I didn't remember what actually got in my eye.

God, I swear, if I was embarrassed about an onion...

That's right. It was right after... Elena? Elena cut herself on the chopping board by accident. Then suddenly... whoosh. Blank.

Weird.

[He furrows his brow, staring down at the cookbook.] That shouldn't have been a big BLANK. It ended with a kiss and her thinking I got something in my eye.

Sorry, Ahsoka. I'm not sure what's going on with my memories.

... Is something interfering with them?

[She looks around the room then, as if she could magically spot the interference from where she's standing.]

[Good question. One he's not willing to answer truthfully, because that would raise even more questions.]

I'm the only one that can interfere. My best guess? I actually was super embarrassed about crying in front of her.

[He shrugs.
> He'll keep this memory too.

If she wants to pick out one or two more items from the box, before he unpacks the rest, she's more than welcome to! Otherwise, it's off to either Alesci, 2011 or Salvatore, 2012.]

[Hmmm. May as well go in chronological order, she supposes.

She picks up Alesci, 2011.]

[When she does, Salvatore, 2009 vanishes in the same flash of light that Stefan's items from earlier had - except, this time, the items migrate to various corners of the room. Stefan's football jersey & leather jacket hang in his closet; the cookbook, yearbook, and snowglobe appear on the bookshelf (and stay there); and even the necklace now hangs from the wall, prominently displayed near the bed.

As for Alesci, 2011? When she opens the box, she'll find the following: an college acceptance letter to Princeton University; a simple silver band ring, with the name 'Alesci' etched inside; a wedding announcement for Damon Ibrahim Alesci & Bonnie [smudged name] and seven-novel-long book series, some YA novels about teenage demigods.

Which one will she unpack first?]

[Ugh, books.

She picks up the silver ring, curious.]

[When she does, the room fades, this time into a family kitchen. A middle-aged man's hovering over a saucepan with caramelized sugar, and the scent wafts into the air as he carefully pours it into one of those creme brulee baking dishes.

A much, much younger Stefan - he can't be more than sixteen - is standing at the edge of the kitchen, waiting until his father's done pouring the sugar before he rushes to help.

"Ah, Stefanizo," The man says, with a warm smile on his face as he observes his boy helping.

Stefan's face grows slightly red. "Baba, why didn't you ask Olette to help you with this? You KNOW she lives to bake."

"I could've, but my son only turns sixteen once," Baba says, with a twinkle in his eyes as he finishes the recipe. As he turns on the oven, he and Stefan move back towards the wall counters - and it's not until the caramel custard is safely in the oven that he rummages for something in his pocket.

Stefan folds his arms as he observes his father. "Yeah, but..."

But Baba didn't have to go to the trouble of making caramel custard. Even if that is Stefan's second favorite dessert in the whole wide world, and even if Stefan wanted nothing more than to spend the evening with his dad.

He can't get the words out, not before Baba holds out a small, simple black pouch. "I thought you were old enough to have this."

Stefan blinks back surprise, reaching out for the pouch and opening it to find a silver band. Holding it closer, he then finds the name 'Alesci' etched inside.

"Nonno used to wear this, and my dad after him, and well... I figured, it was your turn." Baba's face is nervous, even if he's grinning from ear to ear.

"What about Damon?" Stefan turns the ring over, as if expecting to find some other hidden meaning. "He's your oldest."

"He also got Nonno's watch."

Dangit. Figures that his older brother would get the better, cooler jewelry - and what does Stefan get? The one simple piece of jewelry that could get mistaken for a wedding ring. Still, he accepts it with a smile. "Thank you, Baba. I know this means a lot."

So, in plain sight of his dad, he slips the ring on.

Baba kisses him on the forehead. "I'm glad you like it. I'm going to grab something real quick, so hang on a second."

As Baba leaves, the ring on Stefan's finger starts to shake uncontrollably. Stefan stares at it, at the ring changing shape right before his eyes. Gone is the silver band; in its place is an ornate lapis lazuli ring, one that's nearly twice as big.

"Crap," he mutters under his breath as the memory fades back into the bedroom. "Baba's SO not gonna like this."]

Edited 2015-11-06 06:04 (UTC)

[She doesn't put together that they're two separate identities yet. Ahsoka doesn't know Stefan's life well enough, and there aren't enough context clues to the casual observer. But the part with the ring was...]

... Well. That was weird.

You're telling me.

[Stefan lets out a sigh, pulling out a family photo album from his personal box - and it stays in his hand, this time, as he flips through the pages.]

I didn't know what to tell Dad at the time, either. It's not like most guys'll believe their family heirloom's become something else.

[Ahsoka leans across, trying to look at the family album over his shoulder.]

Is that your family?

Yeah. [He holds it out better, allowing her to see photos of him with a younger sister, as well as an older brother. There are pictures of the three of them as well, of the younger sister annoying her big brothers to death - or of Stefan displaying various forms of physical affection (leaning on them, hugging them from behind, etc).

Pointing out the sister first, he says,] That's my little sister Olette. She would be about... seventeen now? Eighteen? And uh, that's my older brother Damon.

You wouldn't know it looking at him, but uh, he's actually a heart surgeon.

...And also these.

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/slides in late with starbucks