Bella is ten. School has let out; she spends one week at the beach with Renée, celebrating, and then from there Renée drives her up to Forks, and drops her off, with many hugs. Charlie picks her up, with some hugs, although not as many; it's not his way. Bella settles in for the summer. It is, if nothing else, cooler up here.
"Um... think of it this way," she says. "Math is really just a pretty small set of pretty simple rules called axioms. All the interesting stuff like calculus and linear algebra, somebody had to figure out how to do, just based on those small simple rules. Mathematicians look at the rules, and everything that everybody else has already figured out about how they work, and they figure out new stuff from there. It's kind of like science, but with pure logic instead of the physical world."
Bella thinks about this. "Huh," she says. "That sounds interesting. I don't know about fun, but if you think it's fun you should do it."
"Hey, never underestimate the importance of the 'figure out what the heck you're doing' step," she says.
"It's true," she says solemnly. "Ask anybody. If they don't know what you're talking about, you know the movies are doing a really good job."
"I like you," Bella declares when she's simmered down some. "Do you want to keep me when you grow up?"
"I don't know," says Bella. "It would certainly be very mathy. Maybe that would be a plus." And then she giggles at her unintended pun.