Mable beamed at the bite Edward took, and wrapped it back up, placated for the moment.

"I won't forget," she said confidently, "I never forget anything.  I'm the best at remembering!"

As if she would ever forget a friend, or her promise to him.  Ha!  This boy really didn't know who he was talking to.  Mable wondered what flowers would look best on him.  She'd make him a crown as his gift, as soon as she found some suitable flowers.  Hopefully Whitby had some nice variety.

"Will you whistle that song for me again, now, please?  I'd so much like to hear it!"