The microwaved beeped again. Claudia took the bag out and handed it to Ben.

"I don't want these." Ben said.

"My god." Claudia said.

"There's caramel ones, right?" Ben asked.

"Sorry dude. They're mine." Clint said.

"No they're not." Claudia argued.

"I don't get a claim?" Ben asked.

"No." Both of them said at once.

"Here." Claudia handed him the barbecue flavored bag.

"Hmm... I wonder what they taste like." He said.

"Barbecue. Obviously." Claudia said.

"But what kind of barbecue." He pointed his index finger at his temple, "That's the real question."

"You're an idiot." She said.

"I'm analytical." He said.

"You're an analytical idiot." She retorted.

"Guacamole's done." Lina said, "Are the popcorn ready?"

"Give me that." She took the bag from Ben. Who, was busy reading the ingredients.

"Hey!" He said.

"There's a book over there." She pointed at the novel Mrs. Brooks had left on the coffee table.

"We're still waiting on two bags. You finished quick." Clint said to Lina.

"My grandpa owned a taqueria in Guadalajara. He thought me the trade." She said with pride in her voice.

Ben whispered to Clint, "Seriously dude, don't fuck it up."

"I won't." He said.

Clint took the tortilla chips out of the grocery bag.

"Can I try it?" He asked.

"Wait for the movie." Claudia said.

"Just a bite." He pressed.

"No. It's a movie snack. Not a right now snack." Lina said.

"A dollop?" He continued.

Lina shook her head.

"Where can I put the trash." She asked Ben.

He was transfixed with the inflating, spinning, luminous, popcorn bag.

"What?" He asked.

"The garbage." Claudia said.

"Oh. It's under the sink." He went back to staring at the popcorn.

Claudia gave Clint a questioning glance. He shrugged.

"Are mine done?" Lina asked.

"Yeah. Here." Claudia handed her the Lime & Chili bag.

"You guys decide who gets the caramel ones?" Lina asked.

"How about this," Claudia suggested, "I eat half of the caramel corn. You eat half of the kettle corn. Then we switch."

"You'll cheat." Clint said.

"How?!" She exclaimed.

"You'll find a way. But, i'm open to further negotiations."

She placed her palm on her head.

"Okay. I eat half of the kettle corn first?" She suggested hesitantly.

"There we go." Clint said.

The microwave beeped.

In a single motion, Clint opened it, took out his bag of popcorn, threw in the other bag, then pressed the 'popcorn' button.

"Since that's your bag, you can wait for it. Let's start the movie." Clint said.

He started walking towards the exit. Claudia followed. Lina grabbed her popcorn and the guacamole and made an 'L' with her fingers at Clint.

Five camping chairs were neatly lined up around a medium sized projector screen. The middle chair was taller than the others. Boxes propped it higher. The projector, along with a laptop, were sitting on it.

"Careful with the cable." Ben said as they stepped in to the yard.

"Wow. Not a bad getup." Claudia said.

"No food on the ground. No crying babies. No puddles of piss. Im very impressed with this establishment." Lina said.

"Puddles of piss?" Ben asked.

"God it was so gross." Claudia said.

Lina said, "We went to watch a movie over the summer and some dickhead pissed in a cup and put it on the ground. We were leaving and Claudia accidentally stepped on the cup."

Claudia made a gagging noise.

Lina continued, "Her foot got all wet. It flowed down the aisle and made a huge puddle."

"It smelled awful. Pungent." Claudia said.

"Well, you can be sure there won't be any piss puddles here. Actually, you kind of do have to worry about him." Ben pointed at cream-colored Pomeranian sleeping in the corner of the yard.

"You have a dog?!" Lina asked excitedly.

"His name's Twinkie." Ben said, smiling.

"That's actually kind of cute. Is he yours?" Claudia said.

"I raised him. But I gave him to my sister for her 5th birthday." Ben said.

"How come we haven't met her yet. Is she at a friends house?" Lina asked.

"My mom has her studying for bible study right now." Ben said.

"You have to study for bible study?" Claudia asked.

"Yup. Well, I don't have to. But she still does."

"That can't be any fun." Lina said.

"I hated it. I don't know why but she actually enjoys it." Ben said.

"Really?" Lina asked.

"Yeah. It's weird." Ben said.

Clint walked in to the yard holding the bag of chips under his arm and eating out from his (shared) bag of popcorn.

"Did I miss the trailers?" Clint asked.