"This is definitionally unacceptable," I say, sprawling out on the beanbag. "How can they bring themselves to stand in this academic institute while abandoning a sister-in-study?"

Stretched out on the couch, you pop a snuffle of popcorn into your mouth, eyes staring off into the wall. And this counts as a defintional lack of interest. Your eyes, they're pretty eyes. Sure would look nicer with spirals in them. Oh. OH.

"Hey, you up for getting hypnotized?"