ESME
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Cookies and Metaphors
"Esme dear?"
"Yes, Car?"
"What in heaven's name are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?!"
"Erm…well now…"
"Baking cookies, of course!"
"Oh, umm, right. Well, I hate to be the one to break this to you darling, but-"
"I know, I know. They'll taste like dust to us. Don't be silly, of course I know."
"Then why…?"
"I can still enjoy the smell."
"The smell?"
"Yes, Carlisle, the smell. Don't you love the smell of freshly baked cookies?"
"Well, umm, I suppose…"
"Of course you do! Everyone loves it."
confused silence
"You really won't be able to eat them, Esme."
"Yes dear, I know! So what?"
"So, I don't really understand the point."
"The point!? The point! There is no point to baking cookies! I know I can't eat them, they'll taste like dirt and dust and I'm wasting my time, but I need to make them! I need to be a mother again!"
shocked silence
"Oh… Esme, darling, you have Edward."
"I know, and he's wonderful. But he doesn't want my cookies any more than you do! No one needs me anymore!"
pause
"This really isn't about the cookies, is it?"
"No. No, it's not."
pause number two
"Well, darling, you'd better get back to your baking."
"Why? You were right, there's no point. I'll just throw them away-"
"No! I'll…I'll eat them!"
"What? Car, they'll taste horrible!"
"Not if you bake them, they won't."
"But you said there was no point!"
"Well, I've changed my mind. I'm in the mood for some freshly-baked cookies."
"But Carlisle!"
"No buts! I want cookies, woman, so you'd better get baking."
"Oh! Well, if you really want them…"
"I don't just want them, I need them. Now. So get going!"
"Yes, of course! I'll start now!"
"Good! Call me when they're ready."
footsteps
"Carlisle, wait!"
"What is it, darling?"
"I love you, you know."
"Yes, my dear, I know. I know, and I understand. Now get cooking!"