“He didn’t mean it!”
“I think he di-id!” in a sing song manner.
“How can he say anything? This is for everyone! It gives people something to munch till the rest of the food is ready. Lyndsay, would you take it out for me?”
“Sure!” Lyndsay picked up the bowl, headed for the door. “I’m not the one he’s threatened! But, if you think he won’t realize who’s behind this ton of fluffiness, think again!”
“Well, of course, he will! Take it out now, thank you!” Stormi set a measure of butter in the butter cup and fit it on the top of the popper, then looked down at Thomi who waited patiently by her. “And I’d be blind not to notice you want to say something to me! There’s nothing to say, you know! It’s done!”
“What? The popcorn?”
Her jest was met with a look that recommended her not to be an i*
