With the tray filled with an assortment of food pushed between him and Bella, Edward barely noticed much else. Since he no longer required food to survive it seemed like an unnecessary thing, but he put up the act anyways for the necessity of having to appear human. It was one of the reasons why he had pushed the tray between himself and Bella, she needed the food more than he did, in fact if he left it between them and occasionally picked at it, no one would have thought much of it. His golden eyes were focused rather intently on the burnette sitting across from him at the lunch table, Bella did look rather beautiful today. He had told her this morning, but she had passed it off as usual, he loved it when she appeared flustered -- it usually got her blushing. A smile ghosted across his serene expression as he eyed her again, there was a good feeling now burning through him.

The lunchroom held the usual noisy chaos and Edward could not help but cringe slightly at the escalating noise. It sounded like everyone was YELLING. That was how it always sounded whenever he was in a room filled with people, because they were not only using their voices to scream across the room to each other but they were yelling on the inside too. Their voices seemed to rise in a chorus that lacked harmony in both his ears and the inside of his mind. It always took a lot of work to turn the voices off, but Edward approached it now with a certain command and skill that had taken years to learn to possess. Edward's long white fingers tapped on the table in a slight thrumming rythme that was lost underneath the chaotic discussions of their classmates that were happening nearby. His golden eyes skimmed the smooth surface of the lunch table in thought as he let his mind wander. Conversation had been slight today at the lunch table, although the other half of the lunch table was rather animated. Edward was silent, he seemed a little bit preoccupied as he tried to focus his own thoughts, his fingers were trying to occupy themselves. His fingers had found a paper napkin situated on the edge of the tray that was between him and Bella. His fingers folded the corners of it delicately as he stared vacantly in Bella's directon, his eyes cast a loving stare. A smile played at the edges of his lips as played with the napkin between two of his fingers, he wore a subtle bored expression. The lunch period always seemed to drag on for hours now, but maybe that was just him, perhaps it was only because they could only have such limited discussions in the prescence of others. No matter what the reason, Edward found nothing notably great about the next forty five minutes that they would spend in lunch together -- other than the reason that he would be able to stare shamelessly as Bella sat across the table from him -- throwing her the occasional fond glance.

Suddenly his train of thoughts were broken by the immediate thoughts of those not to far off. 'She's so beautiful,' 'What's her name?,' 'Who is THAT?' Immediately the thoughts flooded Edward's mind and from the descirptions he knew to well that Rosalie was on her way. He wondered briefly why she was coming here of all places, and what reason could have sent her so far from where she was supposed to be -- which really was not South Africa after all, merely just the Cullen house. Edward did not dwell long on these thoughts for she was coming towards them rather quickly -- at a normal human pace of course - but quick nevertheless. He knew that she was close to them even before she plopped into the chair at the table at which Edward and Bella sat. He looked up looking rather unalarmed as her thoughts flooded towards him, understanding furrowed across his brow. 'Carlisle sent me.' Oh, okay, he could deal with that. This new information seemed not to bother Edward much, now he was just on the defensive to see how Rosalie would act around Bella. He knew that she knew of his fondness for the girl, but still, Rosalie could be so uncivil sometimes.

"Good day Bella."

Her voice was crisp and civil enough, at least for Edward, there was a noticiable relief that washed through his golden eyes. He shifted them swiftly towards Bella on the other side of the table, trying to observe her expression at Rosalie's arrival. He knew that it probably hurt her more than helped her that she did not much have Rosalie on her side when it came to wanting to be a vampire. Of course soon all of this could be changed, but Edward was not ready to take that course of action. The involuntary thought brought a chill to his already marble cold spine. His golden eyes were downcast for a moment before he flicked them up again, moving them towards his sister. "Hello Rosalie." His tone was calm, his voice almost soothing, there was no noticiable edge in it. His fingers had now retreated from the red lunch tray, the napkin left warpped and twisted in their wake. His attention was now focused simultaneously on his sister and Bella who was still seated across from him. She was always stuck somewhere in the corner of his eye for he felt a constant need to watch her, observe her, if only to get a better insight into what she was thinking about at that moment.