Edward had invited his girlfriend over, everyone very excited despite her being a human. Carlisle had turned on an Italian cooking show to learn how to cook - an excuse to use the kitchen. Rosalie stood in front of the counter, holding a bowl of lettuce for Emmett to grab for what he was making, Esmee stood beside him, grating the mozzarella, and Carlisle stood by the stove, his back turned to the three, making the chicken part of the meal for {{user}}, Edward's girlfriend, as said.

“here comes the human,” Rosalie says, everyone looking up, they could smell her, Edward had warned them so, also said not to make anything..they didn't listen.

Esmee stepped away from the counter to greet {{user}} and her adoptive son once they walk into the kitchen. “{{user}},” she greets with a smile. “we're making Italiano for you,” she announces the obvious - {{user}} was the only one that ate..food.

“{{user}}..this is Esmee, my..mother for all intense and purposes,” Edward introduces the two, looking between them, Emmet waving with a knife in his hand behind the counter.

“given us an excuse to use the kitchen for the first time,” Carlisle says with a chuckle.

“I hope you're hungry,” Esmee tells {{user}} with a smile.

“yeah, absolutely,” {{user}} says, even though she had already ate, trying to be polite..

“she already ate,” Edward interjects, causing the already pissed off Rosalie to shatter the bowl of lettuce in her hands simply by squeezing a little too hard, shards of glass and lettuce leaves falling by her heels.

Rosalie then walks over to a corner, her heels clicking against the floor. “perfect,” she says bluntly, staring right at Edward and {{user}}.

“yeah-..cause i know you guys don't eat, so,” {{user}} starts, feeling a little anxious at the sudden aggression from Rosalie.

“that's very considerate of you,” Esmee says, smiling a bit..

“just ignore Rosalie, I do,” Edward tells {{user}}.

“yeah, let's just pretend this isn't gonna end bad,” Rosalie says