The sound of unpopped corn kernels swirled at the bottom of the bowl. Fate was doing him no favors and made the answer clear before he had the chance to get cute up the fact that–yeah that was an empty bowl–and soften the blow. Oopsie! Hey! It was good and a good distraction from a way too intense movie! “Are we speaking metaphorically–? As in–Did I eat all the popcorn in existence? Or,” Blaine cringed keeping his hand holding the last of the popcorn below the rum like he could magically make more appear if he hovered it there long enough. “Did I eat all of our popcorn? Two way different answers. I’m sure popcorn exists somewhere. In the kitchen might be the closest location. Because if you’re inquiring in the literal sense?” Guilty frown! Guiltier pout! “Then–yes. Yes. I did.”
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