We're still alive. Our ship's in one piece, mostly. [Well, "alive" as a vampire can be. There are bottles and papers rustling in the background - Stefan's double-checking inventory before he goes.] We were hit, and it's not pretty, but we're here. I can't ask for anything more.

As for rules, um, no pork and alcohol. I can't afford to keep kosher, so you can still mix meat and dairy together. You'll need a key to open the kitchen. I've got an extra, so uh - hang on tight.