Come on, Scott. Get with the program. Even Lydia has seen most of these movies, if not all of them. She glances down when she sees his arm shift into her periphery, finding the popcorn under her nose. With a slow smile, she sticks a hand into the bag and pulls some out for herself, cupping it in her palm as she picks up a few kernels with her fingertips and eats quietly.

Scott, you always think of everything.