"No, Emmett, you're doing it wrong."
Emmett spun around to face Bella from where he stood in the centre of the Cullen's living room, his face indignant. "I am not!"
Bella nodded. "Trust me; I was a blissfully naive kid in the nineties. I think I know when it's right. I practically grew up doing it."
She stood from where she had been sitting on the couch and joined him in the centre of the room. "It's like this."
Emmett shook his head, a look of mocking pity on his face. "Bella, I don't think so. You didn't have the emotional maturity to register the details of such an event. With my super-vampire senses, I was able to take in every little detail. Are you really doubting that with your little average human brain?"
Bella crossed her arms. "I'm sorry if you don't like hearing it, Emmett, but... "
"Bella! I have been around for almost A HUNDRED YEARS! I think I know how to do the Macarena!"