Charlie left the house at eleven which meant Emmett and I could basically do anything we wanted. I decided to make myself some spaghetti. Emmett told me Italian jokes as I was cooking.

"Hey Bella, what do you call an Italian with an IQ of 180?"

"A genius?"

"Nope, Sicily." I chuckled softly as Emmett burst into laughter at his own joke.

"Okay, I've got another one..." He said trying to stop laughing. "Why do Italians hate Jehovah's witnesses?"

"Why?"

"Because they hate all witnesses."

"Heh, heh..." I fake laughed.

"Here's a better one; do you know why a lot of Italian guys are named Tony?"

"Why?"

"Because when they came to America they were shipped to NY. Get it? They went to New York and so they went to n-"

"I got it, Emmett."

"Okay, I've got one more really good one."

"Okay." I said as I was stirring store bought spaghetti sauce in a pot.

"What do you call an Italian with his hands in his pockets?"

"I don't know, but I bet you're gunna tell me."

"A mute."

I started laughing uncontrollably. "That was a good one..." I managed to say through my tears of laughter.

Emmett was still laughing as I sat down to eat. He watched me carefully as I tangled red stained noodles in my fork then put the portion into my mouth. He shot me a soft smile.

"What?" I asked once I swallowed my bite.

"I was just wondering what it tastes like."

"What? The spaghetti?" I asked jabbing my fork into the noodles again.

"Yeah. I don't really remember what human food tastes like."

I thought about it as I took another bite. "I can't really describe how food tastes." I admitted.

"I can tell you how blood tastes." I leaned forward on the table signaling my interest.

"Well it starts with the hunger. It's a scratching feeling. You feel like your throat is on fire. And when you first smell it, fresh, pure, rapid blood, everything around you just shuts down. All that matters is you and your prey. And when you finally corner them, hold them down and sink your teeth into their flesh piercing through nerves and veins and finally reaching the source of your desire that's when the flavor is at it's peak. Everyone tastes different but it's always strong. No matter how ancient you are the taste always devours every piece of you. It fills you up with the emotions and memories of that creature. If they've had a tough life they're often stronger but not as sweet. But if you take down the Queen of England her blood has got to be so sweet it burns."

"What do you think I taste like?" I asked innocently.

"I already know what you taste like from your sent." He leaned forward. "You smell like an apple with blood throbbing beneath its skin. Strong and sweet."

"Like the Queen of England." I muttered.

"But better." He said as he moved his chair right next to mine. "Because you're here and you're mine." He said as he kissed my cheek.

"Have you killed a human before?" I asked. He pulled away suddenly. He looked ashamed.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but it's okay if you have."

"I went a little crazy as a newborn. I was young. I didn't know how to control myself."

"How many?" I asked.

"I donno. A lot." He cleared his throat. "I'm not proud of it."

"Of course not." He looked at me and I saw a ring of black building around the edges of his eyes.

"Do you need to... go?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine. Talking about blood just makes me thirsty." He chuckled and I saw his eyes fade to complete topaz again.

AN: I'm not a huge fan of fluff, but Bella and Emmett could use some more drama-less moments, wouldn't you agree? Keep the reviews coming! Your suggestions do help me a lot. When I posted the first chapter I didn't think the story would go anything like this, but I like the way it's going so far. I hope you do too.(: