"You seemed pretty pleased," Elena says with a little nod, as it most definitely takes two. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, and she can't tell if it's due to the fact she is feeling generously tipsy or of it is the fact they are talking about their having had sex, and therefore she is naturally remembering that night in all of its facets. The likeliest of answers is that it is a potent combination of the two, naturally. Her smile widens at his laughter, and she taps his foot back, because this Elena, at least, is used to engaging in those sorts of flirtations with him. They're normal and part of her everyday life, and she loves who they are.

The thought of things going so terribly wrong means there's a heaviness in her heart, but that's for later, too. It is not for right now.

Right now, there is a very incorrigible Ethan asking her all kinds of questions. "No, there was no time for talking until after we slept together. Then you made me breakfast," she adds with a slight headtilt, smiling a bit fondly in memory. It really was one of the best weekends of her life. Her smile grows warm at him. "We do. And we're happy, Ethan," she tells him very honestly. Life isn't perfect, it never is in Chicago, but the two of them? They're happy.

Another laugh escapes from her lips, and she lifts her glass to clink with his. "It is weird. I don't know what I'm supposed to call you and him when I'm talking about both of you in the same sentence." They're both Ethan, after all.