I just can’t wait to hear this. “Varya, I’m sorry if I interrupted you,” Nina chirrups into the phone. “Do you maybe have popcorn somewhere?” I don’t hear the reply, but I can imagine Varya’s face. I’m pretty sure no one’s ever seen popcorn in this house. We have bombs, a few crates of grenades, and a ton of ammunition in the garage. But no popcorn.
