[ he's right, which annoys her. elijah is right, and she shouldn't be thinking of exerting herself with searching for a suit for him when he's perfectly fine in what he's wearing now. he's hardly materialistic, even if she wishes he was in this very moment.

but she's like a dog with a bone, and an idea pops up into her head. ]

Suits have tags, don't they? [ she remains seated, head resting against the back of the chair once more. ] You have to promise me that when you find a new suit, you look at the tag and see if you recognise it and tell me.

[ it sounds strange of her to ask it, but, days from now, elena will realise why. right now, she seeks some familiarity, even if it's through the manufacturer of a suit. ]