Emerson: OMG what is that delightful smell?
Ian: It’s buttered popcorn.
Emerson: It looks delicious.
Ian: It is.
Emerson: It is polite to share, you know.
Ian: You can’t have any because it’s gone. But you can lick my fingers.
Emerson: Okay! *LICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICK*
Ian: Jeez, aren’t you done yet?
Emerson: No, there are still a few molecules in the grooves of your fingerprints *LICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICK* okay I’m done.