"There is strength in numbers," she defended rather weakly. Yeah, so strong popped corn wasn't what she had meant, but sewing the popped kernels together didn't make sense. What was it's significance? "Stringing popped corn seems silly."
Giving his sweater a distasteful look for a moment, sure she wasn't from this world nut she still had a sense of fashion, she then looked back up at him with a little mock-scowl. Their moods were almost always at opposites. He was happy stuffing coal in over sized socks and she was being moody and contempltive while he stuffed coal in a sock.
"I do not know what to be cheerful about, this is...different." Danica explained to the soldier, reaching out a warm hand and tugging him down to sit on the couch. "And you must help me string these anyway, your mother said so." Once she had him sitting on the couch, Danica placed the bowl of popcorn in his lap and handed him a needle with string.
"And why is there a tree in the house now?" Innocently asked, Danica pressed up against his side and watched to see how he strung the popcorn before attempting herself.