"Okay. Games. I can do games." He can shoot things. Was good at shooting things. Probably better than what people would normally imagine, which might put some people off.
Although who knew what would happen in present company. He could end up shooting someone's head off instead. That would be awkward.
"Pop corn," he answered immediately, derailing his chain of thought about guns and shooting and all of that.
"Popcorn." Yes. He'd already said that, but nevermind. He was one hundred percent popcorn.