Oh. [ he stares at that past image, putting the pieces together, ] Is that something you do here? Eat popcorn out of someone’s lap?

[ In the wrong pattern. He turns to her expectantly, looking down between the bucket of popcorn and her face, trying to picture exactly how one would do it. Pour the popcorn on their lap? Stick their head in the bucket? ]

It seems a little inconvenient, even if you aren’t eating too loudly.