"I mean, ma has been married to pa for the last... twenty-five years love. Just cause you picked the rotten apple off the tree doesn't mean everyone is soiled." Betsy was, clearly, a romantic. Believing that everyone should find love eventually. Still, she'd not press beyond that recognizing that the poor girl needed a moment to herself.

Once she was outside she'd be alone with her thoughts for a time. However, she'd eventually hear the sounds of someone humming to themselves and a shovel moving dirt. If she was inclined to do she could follow the noise and find that Edward was out in the garden happily rooting about in the soil.