Elena's lips tug slightly at the corners once Rebekah makes her declaration.

Shhh, no, Rebekah didn't almost make her smile. We have no idea what you are talking about.

The ghost tending at the bar floats off to fetch Rebekah's drink, Elena finally turning to her from the spot on her stool. "I'm starting to think it's a condition," she says in agreement, the right amount of irony and wryness to her response.

They'd know these things - they have cavorted with Salvatores, after all.