So, in silly-canon this is what happened the next day after the "Recital" outtake I posted last week...
Edward: Esme, I'm... home... why is my piano moved 3 centimeters from where it was before?
Esme: Hmm? Oh, no reason.
Edward: And why is your scent all over it? *sniffs* and Carlisle's?
Esme: *furiously concentrates on laundry all of a sudden*
Edward: NO YOU DID NOT.
