The lights are out.
I hear munching and smell...
"popcorn? Jake, are you eating popcorn over there?"
"Uh... yeah." he confesses.
"It smells like old popcorn. Like old movie popcorn. Do you have old movie popcorn over there?"
"You caught me. I've got a bag under the bed over here."
"I knew it! Can you believe my sense of smell? Your wife is pretty much a genius! Come on, tell me I'm a genius!"
"Okay, genius. Too bad I'm really eating Doritos."
Dangit. "You have any dip over there?"