Julius poured melted butter over the bowl of steaming popcorn before lightly shaking salt over it all. It might have been quicker to pop a bag of microwaveable popcorn, but that stuff lacked a certain flavor. Air-popping it and mixing it like this was how he remembered doing it when he was a kid, and it brought back the movie nights they used to enjoy when he was little.
“Hurry up, papa!” Aria impatiently called from the living room. She and her brother were excited when he brought up the idea of movie night. It seemed Macey hadn’t instituted any special nights like that to entertain them. When they wanted to play a game, they had game night, when they wanted to watch a movie, they had movie night.
When he first arrived in Paris, he went along with it. After all, he didn’t have anythin
