She laughed, "In a classics mood?" She asked him. Granted, her had said one of her favorite movies, and pretty much all of her favorite movies were classics. They could blame Gaspard for that one.
"Mmmm popcorn." She said, muffled once again in his chest, and she nodded against him. "Either works for me," she gave him the choice and stood back enough to get on her tiptoes in her socks and press a kiss to his mouth. "Can we watch in bed, though? That's where the coziest blankets reside," they usually watched movies in the lounge, curled up tight on the couch together, but she was in the mood to just fully entwine her body around his, and lay tightly wrapped enjoying the lazy afternoon together before back to the real world in the morning.