"Remind me again, where are we going?" Peter asked his wife, glancing over to the passenger seat momentarily.

"For the fourth time," Elizabeth said, smiling, "to a movie I won tickets for."

"Right," Peter said, drawing out the word. "And we're bringing Neal why?"

"Because." Elizabeth gave him a slightly sharp look. "We have three tickets and I want him to come."

"Alright..." Peter said, slightly disgruntled.

Elizabeth shrugged and gave him another smile. Peter pulled up to June's house and, sure enough, Neal was sitting on the stone fence, his figure illuminated slightly by the sunset.

"Hey," the young man greeted as he climbed into the backseat. "Thanks for inviting me to come, I hope I'm not going to be a third wheel or anything."

Peter rolled his eyes slightly, amused. Elizabeth shook her head. "Not at all, we're glad to have you."

Neal flashed her a grin and leaned back in the seat. "What are we going to see?"

Elizabeth smiled. "It's a surprise."

"Okay," Neal said slowly. They continued driving and pulled up to the theater within a few minutes.

"Hello," Elizabeth said with a friendly smile, nodding to the employee standing behind a counter. "Which way to theater two?"

"Take the third door on the left."

"Thank you!"

They walked to the concession line and Peter and Elizabeth both got popcorn and soda. Neal got a water.

"You don't want popcorn, Neal?" Elizabeth asked curiously. Neal shook his head with a faintly nauseated expression.

"No. I sort of hate it."

"How can you hate popcorn?" Peter asked, eating a piece. They sat down in the theater, Elizabeth between the two men; only a paid advertisement for the theater system was playing.

"Very easily."

"Uh huh." Peter gave him a curious look.

"I was just getting over stomach flu as a kid and I ate a bunch of it." Neal winced. "Yeah, never been able to eat it since. I can handle the smell, mostly, but not the taste."

"That's no fun," Elizabeth said sympathetically. "My sister had a similar experience with Skittles."

"Shhh," a college-aged kid said from behind them as the lights dimmed and previews started. Peter looked around the theater, rolling his eyes.

The movie started and Peter lost interest after the first twenty minutes, staring at the seat in front of him and thinking about the case he was working on instead.

After it ended, they walked out. Neal held the door open for several girls with a polite smile, causing them to giggle. Elizabeth linked arms with her husband.

"So what did you think?" She asked curiously.

"I liked it," Neal said. "The plot was a bit predictable, but the characters were solid."

Elizabeth looked to Peter and he smiled sheepishly. "It was fine."

"You didn't even really watch it, did you?"

Peter coughed, then changed the subject, looking at Neal.

"So I shouldn't give you copious amounts of popcorn for your birthday, then?" He asked.

"Probably not," Neal said, rolling his eyes.

"Aw, there go all my plans."

"I'm so sorry."