Of course, Romilda didn't mind working. It got her out of the house and allowed her to interact with more people than she would if she didn't work. It wasn't that she wasn't social, she just didn't have the connections here that most did. That and the fact that most of her life back home revolved around the club scene which was something this place didn't quite have.
She rung up his ticket and couldn't help but laugh at the thought of a food fight in the middle of the theater. "Pop corn fights are bad enough," she shook her head. The cleaning spells used to pick up the pop corn and candy were easy. Spilled drinks were a little harder. She didn't want to imagine having to clean up ice cream fights.
"I'll have to give it some thought. Perhaps a theme night with activities to match the movie would be good." It would give her something to focus on doing other than the day in day out monotony of the cinema.