(retroactive)

[her_imperial_radiance]

It is after the very first Bellparty.

"Dad never comes to these," Elspeth tells her grandma. "Too many strange Bells. If there were strange Edwards, Mama might have trouble with them too, but there aren't so far. But I can reintroduce you now, if you'd like."

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[prima_sequentem]

She giggles. "Sorry. I was joking earlier that someone should give Carlisle a halo and fluffy little wings, because he's so angelic."

[alicornucopia]

"When I first met him I remember thinking he looked like a god. One of the Greek ones, maybe," says Esme, "not the God, but a one."

Carlisle sighs again, and puts his arms around his wife's shoulders.

[prima_sequentem]

"I think that's a pretty appropriate comparison," says Lizzie, "except that none of the Greek gods were this nice."

[alicornucopia]

"I know. I got the better deal," says Esme comfortably. "And there were no disturbing swans involved."

Edward snickers.

[prima_sequentem]

"We should all be more grateful for the lack of disturbing swans in our lives," she says, laughing. "Also showers of gold. And bulls. Zeus had a weird idea of what mortals were into."

[alicornucopia]

"Mortals are into extremely diverse things," Edward says dryly. "Or else where would the stories come from?"

Esme giggles helplessly.

[prima_sequentem]

Lizzie cracks up.