"Popcorn?"
Matt Cipher reached into the bucket and scooped out a handful. "Don't mind if I do," he said, munching on the salty grains. "So what're you here for?"
eatpraylove shrugged. "Just to watch," she said. "Shipfests are always interesting to spectate."
Matt Cipher grinned. "I believe it. I bet the stories get out of hand pretty fast."
"Absolutely." eatpraylove nibbled on her popcorn. "I think I like it best when two random people get flung together by the whims of a writer. It always seems so..."
"Arbitrary?" Matt Cipher suggested. "Impulsive? Wanton? Sensual?"
eatpraylove blinked. "Those... weren't what I was going to say."
Matt Cipher reached into her bucket and pulled out some more popcorn. "But you were thinking it."
"... yes." eatpraylove looked around. "... there's no-one else here."
"No, there isn't."
"We're all by ourselves."
"Yes, we are."
"We're just two... random... people..."
"Ooh popcorn," Mattman says, reaching into the bucket and putting himself between the two. Thus diffusing whatever was going to happen.
eatpraylove looked over Mattman the Comet's head at Matt Cipher.
Matt Cipher looked back.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" eatpraylove asked.
"I don't know," Matt Cipher said. "Does it involve the three of us, a pile of seat cushions, and several pounds of whipped cream?"
eatpraylove blinked rapidly. "No... but I think I like your plan better."
Matt Cipher grinned. "Great! I even came prepared!" And he pulled out two large cans of whipped cream.
"You brought whipped cream to the Shipfest?" Mattman the Comet asked dubiously. (Meanwhile, in the main area, Scapegrace was demonstrating proper rope bondage techniques. How she managed to suspend someone in an open-air arena he would never know.)
"It's the Internet, remember? Someone's always into it," eatpraylove deadpanned. She ate another handful of popcorn. "Now where are we going to get the seat cushions, and though I already hate myself for asking, do I want to know where that whipped cream's going to end up?"