33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Evening

So it wouldn't be a movie night without snacks. Which was why Ronan was coming into the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn (tossed in butter with just the right amount of sea salt and a little cayenne pepper and cumin) in one hand, a couple of bottles of Guinness Foreign Extra in the other or enough for Jack and/or Emma if they are joining in, and a crockpot of sweet and sour meatballs waiting for after the first movie, or whenever they got hungrier, whichever came first.

And Ronan had a couple bottles of vodka chilled in the freezer, in case they wanted to turn anything into a drinking game. Because he tried to plan ahead like that.

Oh, and a tray of sliced vegetables, cheese, and meat in the fridge. That he'd cut himself. Because he was a dork that way.

"So," he said, placing the popcorn on the coffee table before dropping down onto the couch and handing Kaidan the second Guinness, "tell me about this again. You said that the lead is a... Hanar?"

[Up early for SP! Open for the housemates, or anyone else who wants to stop by and join them!]