Famine saw Pollution poking at the tree when he walked in, and smiled as he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Pollution's waist. "Morning, gorgeous." He noticed which ornaments in particular Pollution was looking at and smiled. "Merry Christmas." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the pile of presents next to the couch and he felt a sudden burst of nervousness. He desperately hoped Pollution would like his gift, or that it would at least make him smile. He loved Pollution's smile. And the way his eyes lit up. And his laugh. And... He finally pulled himself away from that line of thought before he got too caught up in it and gestured to the couch. "Shall we sit?"