Isabella "Bella" Marie Cullen (nee. Swan) (bellsm) wrote in parabolical,
She wasn't sure how she felt about being called princess. No one ever called her that, it was not very Bella-like, but she was going to let it slide for now. "Sun went down?" she asked cautiously. Being here long enough made her realize there were a lot of people who were here hunting...things. Vampires included. Not her vampires, but the monster ones. She hadn't had a run in with those yet. But then again, maybe she was paranoid.
"Nifty." she commented, looking down at her hands. It sure topped band-aids and bandages. Maybe Edward wouldn't notice? No, he would, but she could hold up shiny bandaged hands. He was use to scrapes appearing on her anyway. She blinked at him for a moment, half wondering if he was serious. "Depends, what's the damage?" when you lived with the Cullen's long enough, you always had more than enough money available. Thousands were just laying around the house, all kinds of it had ended up in her wallet. She hardly used it unless needed, but if he was serious, she'd pay. If not, there was no harm with going along with the joke.
"Anyway, thanks. Blood doesn't go over well at home." it tended to send people into a frenzy. It made her dizzy too, if there weren't many other smells drowning out the smell of her blood, she might have been feeling sick.