"Oh, actually ginger ale sounds lovely, two of those then." He addressed the clerk, "And the largest popcorn you're allowed to give us." There was amusement in the tone, and some kind of relief, mostly due to the fact that there had been no visible response to Charles practically hanging off of him. He'd known, of course, that tot sort of thing was normal, now, but there had still been a tight, sharp-edged knot of worry in the pit of his stomach.

The transaction was handled easily enough, and Edwin was thankful that there was a cardboard tray for carrying the popcorn and both drinks, though he was able to slide both of his candy boxes into his sweater pocket, "If you could carry this, I'll get some napkins." He'd seen the amount of butter that had been poured over the popcorn and knew they were going to need them.