Vs. mountain lions

"Bears?" She gasped.
	I smiled wryly, watching that sink in. Would this make her take me seriously? Would anything?
	*Just tell her everything. It's not like we have rules*, Rosalie's thoughts hissed at me. I struggled to not hear her.
	Bella pulled her expression together. "You know, bears are not in season," she said severely, narrowing her eyes.
	"If you read carefully, the law only covers hunting with weapons."
	She lost control over her face again for a moment. Her lips fell open.
	"Bears?" She said again, a tentative question this time rather than a gasp of shock.
	"Grizzly is Emmett's favorite."
	I watched her eyes as she worked through the astonishment and recovered.
	"Hmmm," she murmured. She took a bite of the pizza, looking down. She chewed thoughtfully, and then took a drink.
	"So," she said, finally ling up. "What's your favorite?"
	I suppose I should have expected something like that, but I hadn't.
	"Mountain lions," I answered brusquely.
	"Ah," she said in a neutral tone. Her heartbeat continued steady and even, as if we were discussing a favorite restaurant.