Drew's grin was anything but sly as he sat beside her, jostling their popcorn and ignoring the pieces that dropped to the theater floor.
"Fess up, Lipsky," she demanded, taking their popcorn hostage before he could spill even more. "What's got you in such a mood?"
In lieu of a response, he reached into his pockets, showing off rolls of bottlecaps and a full fistful of baffle bars. "Snuck 'em in!" he gloated, pushing his glasses back into place. "The ticket taker didn't suspect a thing!"
Shea snickered. "Wow, Drew. Look at you, breaking the law. Aren't you just wicked?"