After Owen had left, Isabella felt nervous. After all, she didn't know what to say to Elisa and Tony. She could tell that Elisa was a little nervous too, because they both hesitated to speak.
"Um...Let's go downstairs for dinner...shall we?" Elisa asked.
Isabella responded with a simple nod, and Elisa smiled back. They both walked down the stairs, with Isabella trailing behind.
"There you are! Did Owen already leave??" Tony asked, walking over to Elisa and Isabella.
"Yes, he already did," Elisa said, making a sad face.
"He should have stayed for dinner!"
"I know..."
"Well, anyways...at least Isabella is back home." Tony said, wrapping his arms around Isabella.
"We missed you so much, Bella."
Elisa joined the warming hug.
"I missed you too." Isabella said, as they held her close. She finally felt like this was where she needed to be. They all broke apart, as she decided to move out of the past, and far, far, into the hands of the present and future.
They all walked to what seemed to be the dining room.
"I made your favorite! Safflower." Elisa said, bringing a "dish" that looked like a flattened-out and dead flower.
Internally cringing, Isabella tried to keep her face straight.
"Umm--" Isabella started to say, as Elisa placed it on a plate in front of Isabella.
"I'm guessing you don't remember what it is..." Elisa said, making a sad smile.
Isabella nodded in turn, but decided to taste at least a little bit--for their acts of kindness. She picked at it a little, then finally decided on one spot. She brought the fork up to her mouth, to find-to find...that it tasted like pizza. All eyes seemed to be on her, waiting for her response.
"It tastes just like pizza!" she said.
"Er-What's pizza, Bella?" Tony asked, sharing the same confused look with Elisa.
"Oh. It's a really popular human dish that I loved."
"Well...that's great! You'll want more, definitely!" Elisa said, smiling at Isabella.
"Thank you so much..." Isabella whispered, understanding that life was off to a great start. The one thing that had bothered her--the fact that her human parents would never remember her again--seemed to have suddenly vanished. She was home. And safe. Protected. And most important of it all...happy.
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