Edward, walking in the door carrying a tray of food in one hand, with a backpack strap across his opposite shoulder, said with easy teasing. "You won't be grateful then. You'll turn to asking for something else, like wanting to walk."

The tray is deposited on her bed table, with multiple counterfeit foods like raspberries and cheesecake cake yogurt (It wasn't as though he needed to check with her doctor.)