Two days of me being zombified was absolutely no fun to Emmett. I was in the kitchen baking cookies in anticipation of my mother and Phil's arrival. Edward was sitting on a barstool watching. Emmett came into the kitchen with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Bella, I have a proposition for you." He said as he grinned at me wryly. Edward shot him a look that translated to "Leave her alone." It was ignored.
I looked at him suspiciously and replied, "What kind of proposition?"
He grinned at me again and said, "I will eat one of those cookies, even though I despised chocolate when I was human, if you do something funny."
I cocked an eyebrow and thought about it for a moment. "What kind of timeframe do I have?"
Emmett thought and asked, "Does 24 hours seem fair?"
I replied with a similar crooked smile that I love of Edward, "Sure. Why not?" And shot a grin to Edward, who returned a confused, but amused look.
"And to make it official..." I said. "Follow me." And went into the living room where everyone else was sitting. "Ok." I said and got everyone's attention. Alice was grinning; either because she knew what was coming, or she too was glad I was in a better mood. I continued, "Emmett, bored with my wallowing in guilt and sadness, has requested that I do something funny. In return..." I tossed him a hot and fresh chocolate chip cookie. "He will eat that, even though he never liked chocolate. So Emmett, the stage is yours, Brother. Bottom's up." I sat upon the arm of the couch next to Esmè. Edward stood behind me stroking my shoulders as all eyes turned to Emmett expectantly. "Oh. And no puking either." I added.
Emmett exclaimed, "We can't puke." before he finished swallowing.
Esmè cringed and responded in a stern motherly tone, "Emmett, don't talk with your mouth full." Edward just rolled his eyes at his brother.
I snickered. "Are you finished?" I asked.
He responded with a Gene Simmons tongue wiggle.
With a grossed out look on my face, I said, "That was beautiful. I have to say one more thing. In my own defense for what I am planning to do tomorrow, you said, "Do something funny." I think what I am going to do is funny and I'm sure the rest of the family will agree. Is that good enough?"
"Will I think it's funny?" He asked suspiciously.
"Err...in time, I suppose, although I should probably expect a bit of revenge when in my near future, but to me, it will be worth whatever you should come up with." I replied.