"Up for most anything, except gore. Yeeecchh." Candy made the most stereotypical disgusted face complete with eyes tightly shut.
Pat noticed the look on the pop star's face as Lenard chuckled. "Be sure not to have anything too sweet, syrupy and sappy, or you might end up with a puddle of Candy, Jeff." She teased. "Romantic without over the top. We like those kinds of things. Right Candy?"
Candy raised a forefinger in the air, "Ok. Make that TWO movie genres I don't want to see tonight." She paused before saying, "Gore and Romance."
Lenard smirked. "Geez, Jeff. Tough break. Might as well have her watch The Outer Limits."
"Rod Serling. 60s. Steven Spielberg. Mid 80s. Not that gross stuff of today." Candy groaned.
"Kara's got Amazing Stories somewhere in the attic. We really need to get those other DVD series down and go through them again. Let's make that a family thing for Sunday." Lenard stated in such a way Pat just looked at him.
After a lengthy but not an uneasy long pause, Pat finally shrugged. "Dad has spoken, folks.
Kara apologized in between kisses, not thinking the injury would still be sensitive a full week later, but in reality it could be depending on the person, and although Noel was pretty strong, her toned skin wouldn't be that much stronger than Kara's... Who sprained her wrist punching the little speed bag completely off it's hook downstairs. Her light blue pullover polo was now in Noel's hands so she took incentive and reached for Noel's own top garment, while continuing to kiss lips and chin. "Mmm, ready when you are..." She purred with a grin almost as Cheshire like.