"I know." He knows, and yet some small part of him just wishes someone would stake him through the heart. It would save him the grief of determining how he would regularly go against everything he had ever believed in. "I'll figure it out soon. There's gotta be synthetic blood, or animal blood, or something that isn't a person."

Wait. Did Tony just...

"You can tell they're... cupcakes?" Stefan scrunches up his face, almost amused as he glances down at them. "They're for Misa. Um, she said she'd always wanted to try my sister's baking, and so I might've..." He coughs. "She might've shipped these."

He hadn't planned on directly announcing his presence when he dropped by. He would compel whoever he needed to, but the actual details of visiting her were still murky.