" Yeah , don't worry , I got it . . . "
He'd reach out , messing with her braid to let it free .
" I'm glad -- that you worked hard . . .
But now is the time to watch the movie . . . ! "
He'd state eagerly , excited to watch the movie with her .
"Can you get the rest of the braid? I can't really reach the back of it."
Jeanne was trying to undo the bottom of her braid. Now that they were settled home the rest of the day. It was time to let all that hair down.
"I'm glad you liked it...I worked really hard..."
" Don't worry . . .
I can taste it all !
It taste pretty well -- Good !
I'm sorry it took you so many attempts to find out how much it'd be -- ! "
He'd sit there , happily eating . Ruler seems to have gotten it all correct .
"I wasn't really sure if you'd taste the soda, but I put more effort into the dough bites. It took a bit of work trying to find the right amount of flavor since you weren't around..."
Her fingers would press against themselves.
" Oh ? Do they really . . . ?
Well , the sodas , and cookie dough bites . . .
I'm sure they taste good !
You surely have done a good job , I know it ! "
Compliments from the Homunculus , trying a drink of the soda , next the cookie dough bites . . .
They taste good .
"I got us two sodas. This right here is those cookie dough bites. Although, I had to hand make these to adapt to your taste buds. They usually sell these at the movie theaters."
The saint work to start letting down her braid like Rapunzel and her long hair.
"Just like the theaters!"
The Ruler would smile with a giggle, making her way back to the couch with two sodas and a pack of cookie dough bites in her arms.
" Ah -- !
Sure . . .
Let's see . . . "
He'd take the bowl , following her instructions -- pouring the melted butter onto the popcorn .
" Just like this . . . ! "
"Okay, that works with me. All you really have to do now is just take the bag, put it in a bowl, and then pour the melted butter on the popcorn."
Jeanne would remove the bag in place of the butter bowl.
He'd hear her from a far .
" Are you sure . . . ?
I mean , well , I won't deny you that liberty . . . !
I'll have the next task then -- ! "
He'd be eager to help , nonetheless . . .
Taking some butter, Jeanne would cut off part of a stick into a glass bowl.
"It's okay, I want to take care of you a little bit. Just like you'd for me!"
The bowl would be placed into the microwave to melt the butter.
" Ah -
Sure . . . I would've been okay to get them though ! "
He'd sit there and wait .
" The butter should be melted . . . Therefore I could taste it better , yes . . . "
"Should be in the kitchen cupboard...you wait here, mari."
The saint would stand up, removing her shoes against the wall. Afterward, Jeanne would go to pop up bag for both of them.
"Do you the melted butter too?"
" Thank you , this would be the most flavor-full . . .
I appreciate the thought - where is the popcorn exactly . . . ? "
He doesn't move , not at all . Only awaiting her response , as he sat next to her .
"Hm... we could fix some popcorn, too. I mase sure to buy the kind that's extra buttery. That way, you could taste it."
Jeanne settles against the man, playing with his hand.
"Lemme see."
Jeanne would flick across the menus, checking the run time.
"It looks like... around 2 hours and 17 minutes. At least the reviews are pretty good."