“That is a lot of popcorn,” Brian said as he watched Calista pour a huge amount of corn into the popcorn maker.
She clicked her tongue. “Did your mama teach you nothing, child? That's no sure thing as too much popcorn. Popcorn is never enough.”
Too late, she remembered Brian didn't have a good history with his mother. She glanced at him, ready to apologize, but he was smiling.
When the popcorn was ready, they carried it to the game room and joined the others, placing the large bowls of popcorn in their army of assembled snacks.
Now, the night could begin!
They were all sprawled on the lounge now, drinks in hand, snacks on the table—pretzels, popcorn, leftover pizza, and someone had forgotten a half bowl of ice cream at the back of the fridge. Imagine such an offense, right?
Calis
