Carver waved to Barrel. "The usual. Speaking of, do you have any popcorn? Mine's gone stale."

Lillith quickly stepped between Lock and Shock. "That's enough, you two. What are you fighting about this time, anyway?"

Carmilla leaned back in the air as if she were resting against an invisible wall; her vampiric grace kept her from falling backward. "I think he mentioned something about guitar strings," she piped up casually. She still had that aggravatingly sweet smile on her face.