...Well, now that you mention it. [Billy's voice is musing, closing his eyes and rocking his body back and forth a bit, almost in time with the gentle rotations of the popcorn maker. He looks (and feels) utterly contented, like he doesn't want to be anywhere else but right here, right now.] Maybe we should just melt the brownies and have chocolate popcorn instead.
I KNEW YOU WOULD USE THAT ONE