Isamu accepted a cup graciously and sat down on one of the couches. His nerves were slowly starting to settle and the gentle aroma of herbal tea was certainly going to help.

Minoru plopped both himself and the bags down on the rug near Choko. He’d be Santa Claus today. (He may not have looked the part, but it wasn’t like anyone in Hunger City knew what Santa was even supposed to look like. Or who Santa even was...)

He grinned happily, “Who wants to open a present first?”