A/N: Procrastination is the name of my game, and the result is a ton of homework and MAJOR projects to take care of between now and Wednesday. Like, projects that I've known about all semester and done nothing about. And on Wednesday and Thursday I have finals. So, although I could make time to write because it's infinitely better than homework, I won't, because if I get caught up in writing then I'll fail my projects and get bad grades in my classes, which will equal getting grounded and not being able to use the computer. So if I update between now and Thursday night yell at me, please. I'm going to try to make a real effort to not write anything, though I get the feeling I might fail.

This is a little fluff with a point. I'm answering a question from the last chapter. I added this so that I don't break the "no author notes for chapters" rule. This is short and not supposed to be a full chapter. So keep that in mind when you reach the end and want more. :P

Edward drove us back to his house and I didn't even have time to stand up properly after exiting his car before I was caught up in a hug by Alice.

"How was it?" She demanded.

"It was okay," I admitted. I looked over towards Edward, but he wasn't there.

"He went inside to give us some privacy," Alice explained.

"We fought more than I thought we would," I said once I was sure we were alone. "I thought he would try to stop me from chewing him out, but he didn't."

"He knows he deserves it," Alice explained. "He feels horrible, Bella, he really does."

"I know," I answered, remembering the songs. "He told me through music."

"He actually played those for you?" she groaned as if she thought it was a bad idea.

"Yes," I said. "I'm glad he did. They were beautiful, in a sad sort of way."

"How was supper?" she asked, changing the subject.

"It was… interesting." I admitted.

"Why did you order snails?" Alice asked with a wrinkled nose. "Even if I was a human, I think they'd be gross."

"I didn't even look at the menu!" I defended myself. "I just pointed."

"And Edward got a note from somebody?" she asked worriedly.

"Yeah, thanks for that," I said teasingly.

The resulting look was priceless. Horror adorned her features.

"How did you know it was me?!" she demanded.

It took a moment for her words to set in. When they did, I burst out laughing and couldn't stop.

It really was part of the plan after all.

Edward was so predicable.