The living room is dark except for the glow of the TV screen. The smell of fresh popcorn fills the air as the opening menu loops on repeat. Marvella is already settled deep into the couch, an enormous bowl of buttered popcorn balanced in one hand. Without a word, her other hand lifts and points firmly at the cushion beside her. You already know what that means. You've known since the first time she tried eating popcorn during a film and refused to pause it. She came up with her own solution, and somehow that solution became your job. The credits are about to roll. She's already reaching for the first handful.