Zexion had a lack of taste for popcorn. They never were sweet all the way through, half of them refused to pop and the small apartment would reek of sugar and butter for a day. They usually meant a long afternoon gone to sappy romances or a mockery of horror and mystery.
However, he'd willingly go through the ordeal of a movie night and popcorn if it meant that while watching yet another film, Naminé would cling to him during nearly an hour. He'd at times mutter lines to her, cite the books. All to keep her here until the film was not boring anymore.