[She hums her response, ready to sink into the movie and forget life for a couple of hours.

There is food, and wine, and offhand jokes and comments about the movie and the world it existed in -- but she falls right back into her spot under his arm, where she fits remarkably well. The credits start to roll and she finishes her second glass of wine.]

You know what I wish they could make? A good X-Men movie. There hasn't been one since the first.