[To meet your mom?] he suggests. It's not like anyone other than Bella has a clue where he's been for three months. Might as well be Florida as anywhere.
[I suppose. I'll call her when we layover in Baltimore, but I don't imagine it'll bother her.]
[Yep,] Bella tells Alice.
Renée compliments Bella's outfit and remarks on the length of her hair (it's only about half an inch longer than the last time they saw each other, but Renée does this anyway) and chatters excitedly about all the things they need to do while Bella is here, including visiting Renée's favorite restaurants and seeing that one museum and making paper chains just like they did when Bella was six, for some reason.
"When does your friend want to come by?" Renée asks.
"I think our most recent plan was dinner tonight, but we can tweak it if that's not going to work for you." She echoes the conversation to Alice. [I just made that up - that work for you? We can have a more observable phone conversation to change the "plan" if you want.]
"Well, he can find it online if nothing else," Bella says.
"Then he should meet us there at six-thirty," Renée says.
"I'll call him," Bella says.
She goes through the motions of phoning and informing Alice of all this.
[Okay,] says Alice. [Should I go find the place, or follow you there and be fake-late?]
Bella half-unpacks, in the guest room; this is not the old house in Phoenix and she does not have a room here. Renée makes tea and chatters away, with Bella occasionally uttering sentences too.
[Hey, Bella, what's the name of that superpower where you can set things on fire?]
[Pyrokinesis. I don't think I approve of it, if that's what you're asking.]
He expands the principle in his mind: not just set things on fire, but control fire, so he can play with it without it getting on anything and put it out when he's done.
[I suppose if you're only going to set yourself on fire it's not a big deal. Just mind you aren't breathing normally at the time if it's more than a little burn - you don't want to pass out from smoke inhalation and catch on something and torch everything around you.]
And, notably, he does not want it to come with immunity to fire. That would just negate the entire purpose.
At a quarter past six, Bella and Renée pile in the car and drive to the seafood shack. It's a divey little place on the beach.
"Hi!" he says, waving.
"Hello, Alice," says Renée, not batting an eye. "It's so nice to meet you. What brings you to Jacksonville?"
"Do I need a reason?" he asks cheerfully.
They all sit down and get menus. The prominently advertised special is a giant basket of deep fried shrimp. "So how did you two meet?"
"At school," Bella says. "We had gym class together."
[Does she want the real story? I like the real story.]
The one where Bella called him a freak and he fell in love on the spot. That story.