((third person))
"But why?" Bella asked, exhasperated.
"I told you, Bella, it's tradition. And I swear I'll return as soon as possible." Edward tried desperately to dazzle her into compliance, but Bella was having none of it.
"Who's bright idea was this 'tradition'? No, wait, let me guess-"
"Emmett." The couple said this simultaneously. Edward sounded annoyed, Bella sounded... annoyed but more amused than irritated.
Bella sighed deeply. "How long did you say it would take?" Her shoulders slumped, a little, at the thought of having only Charlie around for Thanksgiving.
"Three or four days. But we're leaving now, early, so I'll get back by Friday. I'll even protect you from Alice, who wants to drag you and Rosalie out to Seattle for Black Friday." Edward watched Bella shiver in horror at the thought and grinned crookedly at her.
"Ed-ward! Hurry up!" Emmett honked the car horn, as if his bellows weren't loud enough. Edward rolled his eyes and Bella snickered.
"Why does it take you so long, though?" She asked Edward, curiosity wakened.
"Because Emmett-" the name was spat through gritted teeth- "decided we're only allowed to feed off of turkeys. Wild turkeys are farely big for game fowl, but compared to our usual prey... Well, we have to hunt two or three times as much as we usually do."
"Oh," Bella said, nodding in understanding. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Have a happy Turkey Day, then, Edward!"
Oro: Aww... How sweet! Well, not for the turkeys, but...
Quill: Knock it off. You and cute don't work well together. The massacre of dozens of turkeys is not cute.
Oro: Point taken. Anyway, I don't own none of it... Hah! Double neagatives! I own it all, I own it all!
Quill: Ignore her, Hell Week has stolen what little sanity she had. She doesn't own Twilight or its characters.