[Ack, caught. Junpei considers just ducking back into the apartment, sort of halfway does, and then leans back out again, waving an arm. Hey...]

Uh, hi. Thought you were gonna get lost.

[It didn't take that long at all, but let him retain this one scrap of dignity.]

How much butter do you like on popcorn? On a scale from "reasonable" to "grease fire hazard."