Bubbles carried in a large bowl of popcorn, jumping over the couch where her sisters were waiting. They were preparing to marathon the Blade trilogy when they heard a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." Buttercup offered. She hovered over and opened the barrier separating them from their unknown visitor.
"Buttercup Utonium?"
Buttercup's eyes widened.
"You're that chick from the other day!"
"Carol. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. The way I treated you was really messed up."
"Hey, don't sweat it. We're called counterculture for a reason. Least you had the guts to talk shit to my face. I respect that."
"I have no idea why I acted like that. I know my folks raised me better."
"I can tell you one reason: piss-poor reporting. We've been picked on since Marylin Manson was associated with columbine, which I find ironic considering we don't even listen to the guy."
"I just wanted to get it off my chest. It's been bugging me since you mentioned your job."
"Don't sweat it. It was one of the few interesting things that happened that week, anyway."
"Anyway, thanks for hearing me out."
"Hey, me and my sisters are gonna watch the Blade series. Wanna join? There's plenty of popcorn."
"Sure. Don't have anything better to do."
Buttercup stood aside, opening the path for their new acquaintance.