I'm glad I'm rereading New Moon. You miss a lot during the first read, what with all the agony and woe.
"How do I look?" I asked him.
"Better," he admitted.
"But do I look like I tripped in your garage and hit my head on a hammer?"
*snort* That, that is fabulousness.
Now, it would be even better if she was talking to Edward, but we can't have everything, now, can we?
Speaking of Twilight, fics are showing up left and right at
twilightathon! This makes me very squeeful.