"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."
"Starting from the premise that I probably don't have witchcraft, the wish might be more efficient, depending on size. Except that since I am going to meet both of our resident magic-sniffers, there isn't much point to wishing about it first."
"Not for Addy," Edward says. "For occasional brief moments she can let someone through. Me, Elspeth. Until she's distracted or loses focus. She's had less success with people she isn't close to, none with Addy so far. Addy is of course confident that eventually Bella will trust her to the point of being able to allow it."
But she expects to have a prediction, once she knows Bella and Addy well enough.
Lizzie is so glad that this worldwide conspiracy is being run more efficiently.
Lizzie laughs. She is imagining Carlisle with a halo again. It suits him. Maybe somebody should wish him one.
"And fluffy little wings," she says cheerfully. "You could turn them off whenever you needed to go anywhere."
"Halo or bust," Lizzie says firmly. "The traditional kind, where it's like your head is a golden lightbulb."