Shrugging, Velma followed Shaggy's instructions. Trailing behind him as he taped up all the main doorways. Using his tall height to reach the higher edges, and letting her get the lower sections. The only door they didn't tape off, was the one that led to the outside. Sealing the two of them inside the kitchen.

Once done, Shaggy retrieved the tape from her hands and motioned for her to follow him. He brought her to the walk-in pantry, where he soon disappeared into the darkness. Leaving Velma to peer in after him.

They hadn't bothered to put on the lights when they had walked into the room. Both have had their eyes long adjusted to the early morning, that they didn't need to bother to put on anything brighter than the moonlight that streamed in from the windows past the snowfall. But inside the pantry had been far darker, since it only got enough light from the doors being open. So, Velma hoped that Shaggy wouldn't hurt himself inside, and would require her to dive in to dig him out from under what ever would have fallen on him. Though she bet that he would have died happy, smothered to death by his own food.

Thankfully, Shaggy knew his way around, even in the dark. (Probably due to all the midnight and early morning food runs) And with a few clattering and rusting of things beyond the door... a set of hands thrust out a large container of some type at her. Pressing the container into her hands.

"Here." He said, before vanishing again into the pantry and grabbed a few more. Offering her to take another, leaving three for his own arms to hold. Coming out with them clutched to his chest, and resting his chin on top to make sure they didn't run away from him as he closed the pantry behind him.

Looking at the storage device that he had handed her, it seemed to be a large metal tin of some type. Holding it to the light, she was about to read the label when Shaggy bumped into her, nodding his head off to the side. Distracting her and motioning towards the table that she had been sitting at earlier.

Wandering over, Shaggy looked at the table with his head tilting to the side in thought. A mannerism he no doubt got from Scooby. Having seen countless cute little videos online of confused puppies doing the same sort of motions. Though Shaggy didn't have a set of cute floppy ears to go with it, he still made similar movement. But it seemed that he was considering something. It took only a few head shifts till he seemed to reach a decision.

Placing the large cans down on the ground, he then moved to adjust the four chairs that sat around the small wooden table. Pulling them out from the edge of the table, he moved them to leave it standing by itself by like a foot. As she watched, he then moved to a nearby drawer in the kitchen to pull out a rather long table cloth. It was simple, dark red in color and he shifted to drape it across the table. Tilting his head again, he tweaked the cloth to make sure it sat just right before grabbing something else from the nearby drawer. Moving back to the tins, he turned to grin to Velma, and then disappeared under the table cloth.

Staring for a second, Velma was trying to understand what she just saw. But before she could reach a conclusion, Shaggy's arms appeared out from under the material to grab the containers one by one. Once they were all under, he then motioned for her to follow him under. Waving like a ghostly appendage beconing her into the shadows.

Shrugging, Velma put down what she was carrying, and then lifted the edge of the cloth. It was dark, but she could just make out where Shaggy had dragged the tubs. Pushing hers under for him to bring in further, she then trailed after them. Happy that she had been in her pajama's, and not in a revealing skirt with the poses she needed to get into to climb where Shaggy was laying. But as she moved in further, she noticed that Shaggy had put on a small candle to light up the underside of the table.

But before she could open her mouth, it seemed that Shaggy already knew what she was going to ask. Picking up the little fogged glass that held the candle, he tilted it to have the small flickering LED candle fall into his outstretched palm. Showing her that she didn't need to worry about an open flame. Which was a relief to the younger woman. Not burning down their new table fort, and normal eating table was a good idea.

"..."

Looking at Shaggy, he was laying in an awkward angle under the table fort that he had made. With five large buckets beside him, and her crawling in further to join him... he really didn't consider his own tall height into the creation of his fort. Sure, she was short enough to fit, but he was at least a foot or so taller than her. So, he was trying to cram himself in to a smaller area than he would fit comfortably.

"Oh brother. Give me a sec."

Shaking her head at him, she backtracked outside of the table cloth and gave his creation a considerate look over. She didn't want to change much, but she still had to do something. He couldn't fully sit up, due to how tall the underside of the table was. So, she needed to add something to the mix so he was still under the material, but able to sit up better. He slouched more than enough as it was. And his posture was something his mom bugged him whenever she saw him. So, it was worth not trying to make it worse if they could help it. Plus, giving him back problems was not something he needed before bed as well. His 'bed' was already a chiropractor's nightmare.

"Ah!"

Wandering over the side that Shaggy was resting closest to, Velma realized that all she needed to do was a simple alteration. Flipping two of the chairs on that side around, she then was able to stretch the table cloth over the tops of the chairs to make like an awning to what he already had. It did pull some of the fabric away from both sides, but it still kept the table mostly covered. And allowed a section on the side of the table for Shaggy to be able to shift and be able to sit up fully without bopping his head on the 'roof' of the table. Which she could already hear him shifting under the material, muffling up some thanks for the expanded room.

Brushing off her hands at her work, she then was able to climb back under the table without worry. Sliding all the way back to where the table met the back wall of the kitchen, with only the table leg separating her from where Shaggy beamed a smile at her.

"Thankies!"

"No problem... so what do we have here?"

Being able to finally get a good look at the metal tub, it seemed to be a simple aluminum tin with a thin top adorning it. And the can only had one logo on it. And while she wanted to read it, part of her wanted to guess what it might contain... since she already had an idea due to knowing similar containers.

"Is this... what I think it is?" She spoke in a hushed tone, as if she spoke too loud, she would be wrong. It had been such a long time since that sort of thing had been in the house. Her last memory of it, was when Fred had brought some home after he had visited some friends to watch football.

"Yep!"

Shaggy grinned, turning the nearest container towards her, to light up the logo and show that she was right. A big set of lettering dominated the middle of the can, reading 'Brooklyn Popcorn' with an image of a small popcorn truck sat in the middle of the circle of the design. It seemed to be around two gallons worth of popcorn crammed into the metal bucket. And if she remembered right, it would have at least two to three different flavors inside of it. And her skill to not miss the obvious, made sure to let her notice that there was one can for each of them... Which means there would be a greater chance that she would be able to eat at her own pace, without having to worry about too much about puppy eyes from Scooby and Shaggy once their finished their own.

"Since we are getting close to the holidays, I thought it would be neat to get some. I noticed the new store at the mall, last time Daphne dragged like' me and Scoob there. I snuck back one day, with just me and Scoob and made tins for everyone!"

"Aw, that's sweet of you Shaggy." Velma started before Shaggy cut her off with a sigh and shake of his head.

"Well, there is a slight problem... Like' Scooby got his paws on his bucket of popcorn early as I was playing for them. And I didn't notice that the employee had put the list of all the different flavors and which was in which tub until it was too late."

Shaggy tilted the top of one of the containers to show a small blue sticker on the top, and pointed to it. Velma figured then each of them had a different color to tell which was which with the list that had been printed out. But it was funny to think about the Dane just diving into the popcorn with joyless and reckless abandon. Just eating anything and everything in his way, not even noticing the list among his delicious snacks. Probably also eating those little cardboard dividers that she had seen in other holiday popcorn tins. The ones that were from the grocery store and had like a few flavors in it. Mainly butter popcorn, caramel and simple cheddar if she remembered correctly.

"I mean, I don't blame Scoob at all, since the popcorn smelled really good. But I couldn't really tell at a glance which one was which... So, I kinda have been sitting on them for the last week, even though I can still recall which flavors you guys all had. Sorry."

Shaggy hung his head, slightly ashamed. Which earned a look from Velma who patted the nearby arm of Shaggy that he could reach.

"Don't worry about it. I bet you could have figured it out if you tasted them." Velma suggested, knowing that his pallet would have easily been able to which was which would much trouble.

"Yeah, but I didn't trust myself to hold back and not eat the whole thing if I started to eat some to tell which was which. Since it was a gift for you guys. I didn't want to give you guys any less than what came in the can." Shaggy bashfully admitted, slumping his shoulders forward. He knew himself too well. And well, the flavors he picked all sounded so tasty. He wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself once he started.

"But, well... you said that you wanted a snack! So maybe we can kill two birds with like' one stone. You can get a snack, while you help me figure out what is inside of the popcorn cans! So, we can give them to the right people!" Shaggy offered, perking up at the idea. She was really good at figuring things out with her big brain of hers. Maybe she would be able to logic her way out of the flavors. She was really good at things like that.

It would be just like a mystery! Only with less monsters and more yummy food at the end!

"Sure! I'm always up for a good mystery, even though it's just to figuring out which container is which!"

Velma said with a grin, pulling over one of the nearby tins to her lap. Fingering wiggling in anticipation at solving the puzzle that was set before her, and also the tasty prize at the end of it. Perfect sort of light snack, and light brain tease to get her ready to eventually turn in.