Mable felt bad when Edward covered his ears to block out her words, and it was gone the second he opened his mouth.  She wanted to retort very badly, and yell at him again that her brother didn't suck, he never would, even if he was ignoring her, because that's what he was doing now and he was still amazing, but Edward didn't want to talk about siblings anymore so Mable wouldn't egg him on.  They were so close to tarts, too, she didn't want to ruin it.

"I'm also a very good friend, you know," she said, rushing to walk beside the boy again.  "if I were you, I would also get you a tart because we're friends!  That's how I know you're good.  Nice at the very least.  Have I thanked you yet, Edward?  Thank you!  What's your favorite flavor of tart?  Are there more than strawberry?"