Yes, it was disturbing. Madison was glad to see Willow had finally arrived to that same conclusion. As they ignored that for the call of popcorn, though, Madison watched Willow intently. For her own sake she hoped it was good to eat, but on the other hand how priceless would it have been to have new girl shit herself? Well maybe not right now. Maybe not while shackled to Madison.
Tilting her head, Madison watched with a hint of a smile as Willow ate some of it. "Really?" her eyebrows raised in surprise, and Madison's smile grew. As did her hunger, and the rumbling in her stomach. "Interesting. Let me try some."
It wasn't easy to hold the bucket at its base with one hand and attempt to take some popcorn into her cuffed hand. When Madison attempted, she did not account, momentarily, for the weight of having another hand attached to hers. The bucket shook and toppled off her hand, spilling all of its contents on the floor.
"Ahhhhhh shit." This was annoying. Madison looked up at Willow and had the presence of mind to look apologetic despite being profoundly irritated by her own clumsiness. Sighing, Madison considered Willow's question, lowering her head to the floor. There, amidst the spilled popcorn, she saw something glinting in the carpet. Madison looked at Willow, then back down. "Popcorn don't glint in the light, Willow. That there is not a kernel."