Diana did not actually much care for popcorn, but she did not fully dislike it, and so she ate a piece here or there as she watched. She had never considered that she might be her world’s ideal woman, and if someone had said as much, she would’ve assumed they were referring to personality to begin with. After all, short women did exist, and curvier ones, and all sorts in between.
As Diana herself had learned about men, but if she were honest, she’d never seen one she found half so aesthetically pleasing as the one beside her, and so it was not long before she was leaned against his side, comfortably. She’d put the popcorn in her lap to manage it, accessible to both of them. Some seats here were traditional theater seats with armrests that moved, and some were the reclining sort of those, and still others were comfortable recliners or couches in strategic locations.