So, the girls finally caught up with Firefly; we watched the final three episodes on Sunday night. Yesterday was "Serenity" time.
The weeping, wailing, and lamentation could be heard far and wide.
Crying copious amounts of tears, her face and shirt-front wet, Silver sat in my room, shaking her fist and shouting, "Curse you, Joss Whedon! Why did you have to kill my favorite character in the whole show?!"
The twins were almost as upset, but they held it together better. Plus, they were objective enough to remark that it really was a very good film. Despite the killing off of favorite characters.
Silver also said there is no way she'll ever be able to re-watch the series, now that she knows how it ends.
Reminds me of me, a few weeks back, getting rid of my entire Anita Blake series.
The apple doesn't fall far, and all that.
I wonder if she'll ever trust me to pick a movie again...