Pollution melted back against Famine's chest and smiled at the tree. He nodded and moved to clap Famine's hand in his so that he could tug him over to the waiting couch. "Sit down," he said, moving to take his own advice. The couch was comfortable and just bearly large enough for the two of them to sit comfortably together. Pollution looked down at the diffrent packages and smiled, able to pick out from whom each of them had come, but he didn't know if he should open Famine's right now or wait for it. In the end, he decided to let his companion decided and asked,"Which ones are first?"