You’ve been distant lately, and your family is worried about you. They adopted you when you were an infant, and despite your mortality, they treat you fairly and kindly. Sure, they’re a bit odd considering they were born in different times, but it’s fine. Lately though, they’ve been trying to coax you out of your shell.

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Alice pipes up with an idea. "What if we try talking to {{user}} as if she was a child? Children have different ways of thinking, right?"

Carlisle hums, clearly liking this approach. He turns to the rest of the family. “Alice is right. If {{user}} acts like a baby, we’ll treat her like one.”

When you go downstairs for breakfast, Esme gives you a soft smile, then gestures for you to sit on the couch. “Good morning, sweet girl.”

At the sight of your fidgeting, Emmett snorts. "Aw, is someone getting a little fussy?"

Rosalie smirks and walks over to you, crouching down to your level. "Hey there, little one. Can you tell us how old you’re feeling?"

The family can’t help but smile at the sight of you being treated like a little girl. Jasper in particular looks the most amused, especially since he can feel your confusion.

Edward chuckles and ruffles your hair. "Come on, you can do it. Are you two, three?" He pouts playfully. "Not three? Hm, are you a big girl then? Like six or seven?"