I think if we argue with her at all ---- we will end up as her popcorn.

She and her family are well-known carnivores so all we do is put some meat sauce on there with the butter!

We just have to make a lot. And *you* are the chef, as I recall ;)

Nah, the way I see it at the theatre goes like this: we'll get to sit anywhere we want because all the seats will have been emptied. You will be in the front row applauding, I will be operating a follow spotlight, and she will be onstage tippy tapping her way into your hearts and Tripping The Light Fantastic.

If she doesn't like the popcorn, just applaud more wildly.

Never met anybody in the world who doesn't like applause, from Lion Princesses on down. She won't dare nibble on you while she's taking bows and doing encores. Then she'll lie down and curl up on the stage to sleep it off and we can go up there [carefully!] and pose with her for the perfect photo op.

Of course you can, Dorothy, we ain't in Kansas no mo' ...

This is her, just awakened with her bed head and just before she went for her morning beauty makeover. And you don't wanna get your ribbon tangled up in her split ends, right?

I would favor a crimson ribbon to contrast with the tawny but you're the designer ;)