"Nessie, get up dear." Bella said while shaking Renesmee to get her awake.
"What for mom?" Renesmee gave Bella a little bit of attitude. Bella rolled her eyes thinking that Nessie really was becoming a teenager right before her eyes. She tried not to think that she would, in all technicalities, be the same age as her daughter in only a year. She sighed, thinking of it anyway and pulled the covers off her daughter to make sure she wouldn't go back to sleep. About five minutes after Bella left the room Alice walked in with all her usually exuberance.
"Nessie. You must wake up. We are going to do some one of a kind shopping in Seattle. You are not going to want to miss this, and I'm not going to let you." Alice said leaning up on her tiptoes. She pulled out Nessie's outfit for the day and left it on the foot of the bed. "I expect you up and beautiful in fifteen minutes." And she also left the room leaving Nessie to herself.
"Does everyone forget that I actually have to sleep, unlike the rest of my family?" She announced to her empty room before groaning and getting out of bed to follow Alice's instructions.
When she went downstairs she was confronted with Esme who was holding an empty do-it-yourself cookbook and a fancy pen. "What is that for Grandmother?" Esme smiled and handed it to her and then excitedly clasped her hands together.
"This is for you. It is a place to store all your recipes that you have been coming up with lately. I have gone ahead and added a few of my own, I hope you don't mind; we can pick up the ingredients while we are in Seattle. Pikes Place Market has quite a few specialty items that might come in useful. Renesmee looked through the book at what Esme had already written and laughed.
"Pigs blood bran muffins? Really Grandmother?"
"Yes. It is very nutritious. You will be able to feed and get the necessary fiber for your human self at the same time. Carlisle believes that lack of fiber is one of the leading reason most humans have so many heath problems."
Walking through the Market Alice kept taking Nessie by the hand and leading form booth to booth, stand to stand and making her look at everything. While Esme collected all the necessary ingredients for the muffins and Renesmee kept mumbling, Bran Muffins?, under her breath. She wished it could have been chocolate chip, or at least blueberry. The boys had stayed at home in Forks and were working on some special project in the backyard. She had to admit though; she was excited to try some new recipes with her new talent. She called it "blood baking". The thought made her smile, maybe she would title her book that.
After loading all of the items into the car Nessie turned to Alice and smiled. "I do look forward to sharing this recipe with Spike in LA. Do you think he skypes?" Alice laughed at her young niece's idea.
"Nessie sweetheart, Spike has no reflection, how can he skype?" She continued to giggle.
"He has no reflection? Well why not?"
"He is a primitive version of our species. They are found mostly in the west coast and some part of Europe. Usually the poorer neighborhoods."
"Well, that is good to know…I guess." Renesmee said while getting into the car to head back home and both girls started cracking up.
"Primitive indeed." Renesmee added, "I'll take his blood cereal and raise in a Bloody Bran Muffin!" She exclaimed.
"Oh no dear," Alice corrected, "He will take that as cussing. You should call it Branny Blood Muffins."
Again they began cracking up and when Esme got in the car she had no idea what they were laughing at, but she found herself laughing right along with them.