Isabella "Bella" Marie Cullen (nee. Swan) (bellsm) wrote in parabolical,
"Sure. There's more knives in the drawer there, feel free to cut up some vegetables." she said, motioning to where the knives were, before retuning to the cutting. "You can put whatever you want in them, I'm just cutting up things I like." It wasn't uncommon to just do chicken and cheese, or to do the opposite and load them on the veggies. Personally she didn't like drowning out the taste of the chicken.
It was hard to believe Lavender had no idea what they were. A first time for everything, right? Bella was lost in her own thoughts when Lavender started speaking again. If she noticed the weak attempted at a conversation, she didn't say anything.
Instead, she wrinkled up her nose slightly. "Unfortunately." she said with a sigh, looking toward the window, where the sun was bright and shining outside. "Sometimes I miss Forks just for the cloud cover. I miss being able to go outside with him during the day." she said, remembering how it was just so easy to walk about during the day at home. But here they were both trapped inside.
Then a small smile came to her face. Two years ago or so, she would have given anything to be in a sunny place like LA. Things could change so quickly. "You must think I'm crazy." she said with a smile. "Most girls would love the sun."