"D0 you remember when Dick Clark used to host these things?" Hudson asks tossing more popcorn into his mouth.
I steal a few pieces from the ceramic popcorn dish nestled between us. "Yeah, but Carson Daly is cuter than the other guy."
Hudson scoffs but there's a smile on his face when he throws a piece of popcorn in my direction. It hits my forehead and bounces on the floor.
"The pigs can eat popcorn, right?"
I stare at him for a moment trying to decide if this question is real or not. He seemed like such a smart man the last few days we've spent with one another.
"Did you give the guinea pigs popcorn?" I ask with accusation in my voice.
"No," he says, but his eyes shift to the left a little.
I can never remember if looking left or right means you're lying.
"Hudson?"
He laughs. "I swear I didn't, but they'd enjoy a few pieces of New Year celebration popcorn."
I arch an eyebrow. His reasoning is suspicious, but the tiny parts go soft at his mention of the guinea pigs.