to say thirty years would be enough to diminish hatred towards a certain individual clearly never spent five hundred years on the run from klaus mikaelson. correction : klaus and his merry band of misfits , and avoiding them altogether seemed to be a better option.  however with a twisting shock of fate , she found herself within the woods standing in front of the infamous offspring.  “  do you really think I want to spend the rest of eternity here ? let alone in the woods with you ? ”  not expecting an actual answer ,  “  the thing is :  we’re stuck together , and i’m guessing it’s not going to stay all rainbows and sunshine.  so it might be in our best interest to be on the same side. ”

attention remained heavily focused on a shady part of an alleyway , the one which lead to the small towns equivalent of the bronze - if it were less fun.  “  sorry ,  whacky brain right now.  ”  smiling sheepishly at her daughter before offering a shrug ,  “  guess there’s nothing being all lurky over there which means we’re safe to go to the grill.  ”  smooth ;  still stumbling , tripping over her own words and coming up with a poor explanation despite all the years to progress away from it.