Bella licked her lips in slow motion, then winked seductively, then ran her tongue over her lips again, and then flicked her tongue up and down really fast.

Edward winked at her from the stage, where he was wearing nothing but a few strategically placed leaves.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks!" he enunciated, and the judges for theMidsummer Night's Dream audition applauded loudly, despite the fact that Edward had recited lines that were completely wrong for his character, Puck.

"Looks like you got the part!" Bella told Edward happily, afterwards.

Edward had been the only person to audition, after frightening away everyone else. But now, he had a solemn look upon his face.

"Bella," he said seriously, turning towards her. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

"Yes?" Bella squeaked.

"Yes. Frisst is a special, special word, in another language. I can't tell you which one. You'll have to figure it out for yourself. I'll give you one hint - I've been using it in the incorrect tense quite often, but I care not."

"Okay," said Bella.

The End