She won't know the difference, so it's all good. She stares at it for a moment too long as her brain processes that it's food, and food is for eating because she's not given nutrition intravenously anymore. Which is just as well, because she is skinny as fuck, and she wasn't exactly that substantial to begin with.

She reaches out and picks out one piece of popcorn, putting it in her mouth and chewing carefully. The saltiness, the faint sweetness of the butter underneath, the crunch and the way the starch almost melts--

"You didn't put enough butter on it," she says offhandedly, in an almost-Buffy tone. And then she stops, and blinks. "That... was me," she says slowly. "That was really me, wasn't it? I liked... I always poured extra butter on. Didn't I?"

She looks at Karkat with a pleading sort of hunger in her eyes. Please, please tell her that she's managed to find something that is her, not broken-her, not programmed-her, but the girl she only remembers faintly, like a forgotten dream.

Please tell her that, because it would mean that she can find the rest of that girl, too.