Was she living here too? He hadn't noticed. But then he hadn't noticed Sirius moving in either, yet there he was.
"They could be," he nodded. "But only if you stuff the squeaking sugar mice inside the popcorn ball. Then they roll around in them and bounce like mad, squeaking out the Christmas carols. Eventually they gnaw their way out, though," Al sighed, not at all pleased with the prospect of sugar mice devouring his popcorn ball before he got a chance to try it. "Popcorn just doesn't taste the same inside the sugar mice coating."