"We stole some beer from his dad's fridge when we were twelve. He took one sip and declared it disgusting, I downed the whole bottle to make fun of him and then threw up on his shoes. I have learned to appreciate beer. He has not."
"Well, neither of you are ever going to have this particular synesthetic experience, although if I find a beer that seems like it'd match I'll recommend it to you."
"Hopefully by the time you find one I'll have no more reason to drink it than you will. Leo could, but I'm sure he'd be repulsed."
Addy shrugs. "Was your would-be mate your first exposure to the concept of vampires?"
There's a subset of information that Mrs. Verona has impressed on her son must be kept secret from everyone. The first, that she is a vampire; the second, that the rest of the family are shapeshifters. A vampire raising children is profoundly illegal. A vampire coexisting with what appear to be werewolves, even worse. A vampire raising children who are themselves werewolves is possibly the most illegal family unit possible without involving immortal children.
"Huh. How come you weren't turned already, then, if you're so keen? Hoping you'd grow another inch? Wanted longer hair? Couldn't find anybody who wanted a witch in their coven?"
"The... vampire we know... told us that you had to be eighteen."
"...Blaaaatant lies. They won't execute you for turning anybody fourteen or up, and you can make a case for twelve if you get caught with one of those and the twelve-year-old is well-behaved and the Volturi like you or want you to work for them or the kid's a witch. The problem is out-of-control immortal children who charm the pants off their keepers and wreck architecture like little Godzillas and drink entire barbershop quartets in front of the media, not the modern day age of majority."
"No, you will yell at her and I will help you yell at her."
Addy snorts. "And now you have a mate you don't want when you could have been all mutually infatuated when she lays eyes on you. Very inconvenient."
"What was she trying to whammy you about, anyway?"
"I mentioned I was going to visit Volterra. She's apparently under the impression that Aro is her archnemesis, which is obviously not true because she, you know, still exists. She tried to tell me I couldn't go because if he saw her in my head he would hunt her down and burn her alive, I took offense to her tone, and she blasted me. And I blasted her right back. And if I'd been told about vampires by someone who hasn't hated me since I was six years old, that wouldn't have happened."
"What were you going to do in Volterra? Fancy being in the guard? If they can get you working for them by finding and killing your mate they will find this very unconventional, but I don't think they'd blink. Bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy on her part..."