Tilting her head curiously at his shocked tone, Mabel inspected the back of the case for the summary to see what she was apparently missing, not really understanding what some juvenile vampire romance had to do with Mormons, but making a displeased face at the premise. "Mitt Romney is a vampire?" she asked skeptically, coming to the only conclusion she could with the given information. Maybe it wasn't worth watching, after all, since she lacked bourbon or any understanding of Spanish.
"Closest cinema was about an hour away," she admittedly only ventured there once or twice, "and I only got a VCR." And finding VHS tapes was nearly impossible now, and forget any recent releases. Clearly he had more knowledge of these things, waiting for him to pick something better out.
Opening up a can of tuna, Mabel left it on the floor for Pitch, nudging it a bit away from herself so the cat wouldn't feel too uncomfortable, although Pitch seemed more concerned with something else and the hissing caught Mabel's attention. Glancing over to see another zombie wandering the aisles although still at safe enough a distance to cause any immediate alarm, she watched it limp and stagger before taking it down in a single shot, calmly going back to eating her green beans.