Looking up from what he was doing...which was stuffing a lump of coal down his youngest brother's stocking that he had just hung...Adam turned to look at the alien girl. Her question didn't make much sense, which was translated in his face. Tilting his head, his eyebrows rose as he studied the girl. Cute...but crazy...and dangerous.
"Strong popped corn? Well...if you would rather have corn on the cob, you can. But you are supposed to run the string through the popcorn to create a chain of them. It's a holiday thing."
Shrugging, Adam turned back to the stockings. Stuffing the coal deep down into the stocking, he then brushed his hands off on his own jeans. Dressed in blue jeans, a ridiculous red sweater with Rudolph on it, and a red Santa hat, the soldier still wore his combat boots. Hands acceptably clean, he wandered over to where Danica sat and gave her a boyish grin.
"Why do you always look so unhappy? It's Christmas, lighten up."