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Chopsticks

By Fishous

"Hey, Bella, what do you want to eat?" Alice asked.

I'd been staying over at the Cullen's house while Edward was out hunting, trying to distract myself. Apparently Alice had decided it was suppertime.

"Uhmm… I'm not that hungry yet. It's still earlyish."

"Yes, but we don't have that much food here, so we're ordering out. It will take a while, and you'll be hungry by then."

I took her at her word.

"Chinese food, then," I decided.

Alice dialed (I didn't ask how she knew the number) the handed it over to me to order. She snatched it back to give the driver instructions, and then hung up.

"That fool is still going to get lost," she sighed.

I was over an hour and a half before the food arrived, and, as predicted, I was ravenous.

Alice met the delivery person at the door. Knowing her, she gave him a big tip despite the delay. I'm pretty sure I heard her musical voice murmur 'for your trouble'. She danced into the kitchen bearing a small, brown, and grease-stained bag.

I heaped the two eggs rolls, a handful of chicken balls, and some rice onto a plate and reached for the seldom-used cutlery drawer, but Alice stopped me.

"Oooh, Bella, use these!" she said excitedly. She had been rummaging around in the remnants of the brown paper bag. As far as I'd been aware, it had only had some small packets of soya and plum sauce littering the bottom, but here Alice was, brandishing a pair of chopsticks at me.

"Sure," I shrugged. Why not complete the cultural experience? Not that I'd been very adventurous in my food choices. I ripped open the plastic wrapping and broke the two sticks apart.

Emmett wandered in then. Ordering out was apparently big deal. I guess they didn't do that much.

"You're a pretty messy eater, Bella," he commented, observing the many grains of rice that had escaped the confines of my plate and were now scattered around me on the table. I blushed.

"Well, you try eating your food with chopsticks," I retorted.

He considered that for a second, and then grinned.

"That would be pretty messy," he admitted, then ruffled my hair and ambled off.