Jono ambled along behind her, hands in his jacket pockets. It had been ages since he'd had popcorn, and he couldn't help but be just the slightest bit jealous about it, but it wasn't one of those incapacitating things that had plagued him so much, years ago.

//If it goes cold, I'm certain there's a pond or something with ducks on it,// he noted. //Ducks like popcorn.//

It had been a long time since he'd fed the ducks, too. For... a few reasons.