He set the bowl on the stovetop under the microwave, waiting for the last thirty seconds or so. When the popping slowed to two seconds in between, he interrupted the cooking. He'd had way too many incidents where letting it cook the whole time would burn it.
He emptied the contents into the bowl, then walked over to Rebi, tossing the bag in the trash on the way. "Decide to change seats?" he joked. Komo laid down longways on the couch, resting his head on her lap and setting the popcorn on his chest. "Sorry, is this too awkward," he said only after choosing this positioning? "I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He started to get up, hesitant to see what she was okay with.