Bella felt her stomach lurch as the branch moved, her hand instinctively shooting out to clutch at the sleeve of Jake's t-shirt. "Don't do that!" she yelled, gripping the branch with her legs. "That is so not fair," she said, slightly quieter, but still breathless.
For a moment, she couldn't even remember the question he'd asked before. "Mudpies?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "It isn't muddy." She looked at him strangely. How were they supposed to make mudpies when it wasn't wet. Had he forgotten that they weren't in Forks any more.