[ He takes a long time, and she nearly sighs in relief. If he'd just come up with an answer right away... But, he doesn't. Because she'd never told him. ]

I didn't, really. [ She flashes her teeth in a grin, at ease again, rocking on her heels. ] Ta-da! And your prize is that we don't have to run around the mansion in some stupid, dramatic fight.

[ Thinking again of Cullen's Mirror. What a piece of work. ]

I've never seen yours. [ Ellie informs him, serious again. ] I know mine's, like... some mini-hunter nut job who hoarded like a fuckin' squirrel. [ Beat. Another grin. ] "Nut" job... aha.

[ Unintentional pun. So great. ]

So? [ She presses. ] I bet yours is... [ The first phrase that comes to mind is soccer mom, but then she remembers the photo of him and Sarah and her smile falters just slightly. ] Maybe a big country singer. Croonin' about beer and Texas and football and plucking away on a six-string...

[ Adopting a thoughtful expression, she mimes tuning a guitar, playing a single chord, accompanied by a vocal "nyeeerrr" that is, perhaps, her equivalent of a badly-tuned strum. ]