Startled, Shito turned to look at Devit, blinking. "Oh..." He looked down at his box, then back at the boy. Half of him considered being petty and not letting him have any, after the incident in the parking lot.

But starting a fight in the middle of the movie seemed like a tiresome way to spend an afternoon, so he picked up the box and settled it in the cup holder between their two seats. "Go ahead," he said with a shrug, settling back in his seat.