[A rustling of paper. They're not drawing in the journal, but the journal can hear all this. Then, the distinct sound of sketching, though much faster than any normal sketch artist could draw. Two voices are heard: one belongs to the owner of this journal, and the other belongs to the chipper voice of one New Feather.]
"Alice...why is the living room attached to your bedroom?"
"Living room? Oh, no. That's my closet~."
"Your closet? Since when is your closet as big as an entire room?"
"Since I have a say in the blueprints."
"That's not fair and you know it."
"And it's fair to let your room have the only door to the kitchen?"
"That's not the kitchen, that's my closet."
[A ~trilling~ laugh.] "I smell a hypocrite~."
[Have a glare.] "I have more clothes than you do, Alice."
"That's not fair. I've been here two days. And besides, shouldn't we save a room for Esme and Carlisle?"
[Rose is silent for a moment.] "Why don't we take Edward's room? I don't think he'll use it that much, anyway."
"What with Bella being here and all, yes. That sounds excellent~! ...Oh, but he's going to be offended, if we don't leave him some place of his own."
"There's going to be a patch of bare floor on the living room. He can stay there when he's not stalking Bella."
"Alright!" [A pause, puzzled.] "Ah, Rose, it looks like your journal's open." [And with a soft noise, the recording cuts off.]
[Feel free to bother them while they’re having their deep discussion, and Rose and/or Alice will troll you.]