"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."
"Humph," says Jacob without heat.
"I can see I've got a lot to catch up on," says Chris. "But first things first: how do I make cookies appear out of thin air? Because that is a kind of magic I want."
Golden gives her a little bracelet of glowing golden squares and triangles. "Wishcoins," she says. "These are small ones. A square will conjure a non-magical object. Triangles do smaller things. Flick lightswitches without having to get up and so on."
Mine look like this, Elspeth adds, with illustration, but don't let on, it upsets Jake.
Wolves get extremely protective of their imprints, and wishcoins are made out of pain. Not much, for little ones, but enough to bother him. Oh, this is my witchcraft - you can answer [like this.]
"I could get used to this," she announces.
"Good," says Bella. "It is 2031 and none of us dabble in time travel, so if you wished to go back to something more familiar it would be inconvenient to arrange."
"Perhaps you'd also like a summary of the last hundred years or so," suggests Bella. "Edward will do better at that than me; I don't have even half a century under my belt yet. Although Elspeth could manage it."
Elspeth laughs, and launches into a comprehensive illustrated history of everything that has gone on of importance since Chris died. She is much faster than Edward, since she goes on being comprehensible even if she talks a little faster than her audience could normally track.
Elspeth can in fact eat cookies! She can even keep talking while eating them without violating any commonly accepted etiquette guidelines. Is someone going to give her a cookie?
Presently she is an adorable granddaughter who has finished summarizing. "Those are the highlights. There's always more detail to be had, of course."