"Right."

Alistair scoops up the handfuls of potatoes he's already chopped. He hadn't intended to deflect from her asking after Cullen quite that hard -- it's difficult not to wince at the mention of their parents -- but Mia's like her brother in more ways than one: bear up, gloss over the subject, briskly move on.

"So did you or Rosalie teach him how to make those exceptionally stylish flower crowns, or did he learn that on his own?"