"Hey, what do you call a blonde with a brain?" I asked, and then continued in the same breath, "A golden retriever."
"I've heard that one too," she said, no longer smiling.
"I'll keep trying," I promised." ~ Jacob and Rosalie, chpt 15
"There was a lot of banging in the kitchen, and- weirdly- the sound of metal protesting as it was abused. Edward sighed again, but smiled just a little too. Then Rosalie was back before I could think much more about it. With a pleased smirk, she set a silver bowl on the floor next to me.
"It had probably once been a big mixing bowl, but she'd bent the bowl back on itself until it way shaped almost like a dog dish. I had to be impressed with her quick craftsmanship. And her attention to detail. She'd scratched the word FIDO into the side. Excellent handwriting."~ Jacob and Rosalie, chpt 15