Charlie looked down at the bag. There was something wrong with him, or maybe it was that he was working on making it right. He was trying to fix himself and what the time in the stir as some people liked to call it, mainly those from the forties, had done to him. He had issues he was working through.
Charlie looked own at the bag and hmmed softly. She did have a point, a very good point.
"Well, River, I think if you don't mind. We'll split them. Then we can give them out as we go. You know you really should try other fruit. There's a thing called a star fruit, shaped like a star. Not a real star because that's a ball of rolling burning gas - not much good to eat that. But a drawn star. It's good." He set the bag down in the bin and started dividing the apples between the old bag and the new one.
"Sharing the apples would make people happy. Unless it doesn't. There are some people who don't appreciate apple giving." Charlie shook his head.