Chapter Two – Eat, and enjoy it.
Edward's POV. Occurs sometime during the first half of Eclipse.
I sat, as I did almost every morning, and watched Bella eat her breakfast. She chewed thoughtfully, and as always, I yearned to know what she was thinking. I didn't ask her, though; I knew she preferred it this way, having some things I didn't know. I did decide to ask her another question, though, even though it had appeared in our morning conversational topics many times before.
"I still don't understand how you can enjoy eating that. Surely, it can't taste good," I aimed at her bowl of cereal.
"I would like to point out three things here," she replied, as if her answer had been formulated well in advance. "Firstly, you are a vampire. You don't eat; you drink blood. I am a human, and I therefore don't find blood appetising. See my drift?" I had to admit, I did see her drift. Sort of. We were different species, so were bound to have different tastes in food, I suppose.
"Secondly, you don't really remember being human, so you probably don't remember when you enjoy eating actual food. 'Human memories fade,'" she quoted me. I understood her point there, too. I really did need to think of some better topics to talk about over breakfast than ones that she could shoot me down on almost instantly.
"And, finally, I like to eat. I may be skinny, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy food. Plus, dinnertime is really the only time I spend with Charlie these days," she finished.
She had some good points there. And she thought I knew everything.
"Fine," I surrendered. "You win. But only for now." I decided to eventually think of a way to rephrase my question so that she couldn't give a straight answer.
"I get to win?" Bella responded. "I never win." She faked shock while she picked up her now-empty bowl to place it in the sink.
"That's the downside of having a boyfriend who is great at everything," I teased. "Except apparently enjoying food."
"And modesty," she muttered under her breath. Of course, she knew I'd hear her. I dashed across the kitchen at extreme speed to make her jump. She gasped, and I caught her as she almost fell down. Blood rose to her face as her cheeks became pink, and I smirked at her. She grinned right back at me, warmly.
