It wasn’t the first time this weekend that L. and I tucked into a pair of seats in a darkening theater, but it was the first time we brought lunch. I waited until it got dark to pull out the paper bag, previews of additional upcoming action films masking (I hoped) the rustle. As I ate, chunks of my chicken salad fell out of my sandwich and rolled off my lap to the floor. By the time the movie started I was pretty much done with the savory part of lunch and ready for more than my share of Junior Mints. I ate them one by one and leaned increasingly hard against L.’s shoulder, happy after all.