The man turned around and shushed them again and Poppy frowned before tossing the handful of popcorn at him.
The man spluttered, looking furious. "What the hell is wrong with you, you idiot?" He turned to Francis with an incredulous look. "Control your wife!"
"Control her!" he exclaimed, pulling the popcorn out of his hair angrily. "I'm trying to watch a movie here."
"Keep your mouth shut, alright? She's her own person who can control herself. She's not the idiot in this situation." He huffed and took Poppy's hand, standing and pulling her away.
Poppy blinked, clearly surprised with how this turned out, but she grabbed the food as they began to leave. The man snorted, nodding approvingly. "There we go. Say what you want, but you're clearly a guy who knows where his woman's place is. Following, silent, and cleaning up. What a *squee!*. I don't envy you, pal."
Francis stopped in his tracks, turning around and letting go of her hand. "And clearly you're aware of what you are? Annoying, rude, and shushing others who are having a good time? Not to mention sexist? I don't envy you either, pal."
The man laughed, turning back to the screen. "There's no doubt in my mind that your girl's a *squee!*, man. Don't worry, though. Don't let her talk and you'll be alright." Poppy tugged on his hand. "Come on. Don't get mad, okay? Let's just go."
He waved her off, clearly frustrated. "No, no. This isn't acceptable. Nobody calls her that. You're an entitled *squee!*." He took the popcorn and dumped it over the man's head before pulling back.
Poppy clapped her hand over her mouth in surprise and the man froze for a moment, looking totally shocked. “Did... you just do what I thought you did?”
"I did," Francis replied, his voice polite. "And if you even think about starting anything, I know you'll end up regretting it."
"No," he replied easily, though his anger would be clear to Poppy. "I made a promise that I wouldn't beat anyone else up."
