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[killofthenight]

Helena Wayne (22) Enjoys food and adventure. Hates having her picture taken. Swipe right if you know any great restaurants.

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[power_ful]

Don't I?

[ And the thing is that she'd bought all things she knows Helena loves, but she doesn't want to say so in the mild fear that this isn't her Helena and she's gotten everything wrong. She's waiting, though. ]

Drinks are under the box.

[ A few boxes of soda cans. Superstrength is useful for things! ]

[killofthenight]

[She shuts the door behind Karen once she's inside.] Show off. [It's said affectionately as she makes a beeline for the box. Spoilers: her creator still wrote her in the New 52 so she basically likes all the same things. If it helps, she goes for the sweetest snack first.]

I'm ready for whatever movie you're ready to throw at me.

[power_ful]

Now you're just tempting me to be bad.

[ She brings the the goods over to the table and puts them down so they can both start rading. ]

I didn't even bring any of the good horror movies I found over here. But I will next time.

[killofthenight]

As if I need to tempt you for that. [She's popping some caramel popcorn in her mouth without shame once she grabs a seat at the table.] But, fine. I'll try not to poke holes in the plot when you do.

[power_ful]

Who cares about the plot? Horror is all about the visceral reaction. The visuals. The gut-wrench. The mounting terror. No one's watching for the plot.

They're watching for the experience.

Or the laughs.

Sometimes both.

[killofthenight]

[Helena knows she has a point. She also knows that she couldn't possibly admit that. It's against the rules or something. She points at Karen.] I'll do the laughter part when they forget how to pick up their feet when they walk.