War still hadn't said a word to Famine. He remained perfectly oblivious to the stares of his brother and the girl. He had, however, gotten up once to fetch a drink from the fridge. No, it wasn't Pepsi no matter what the bottle said. Judging by the bitterness it was anti-freeze and had he been a real living breathing thing his kidneys would have quit long ago.
He stayed where he was through Famine's sickness. Sipping his anti-freeze and liking that the couch was just shy of being unbearably uncomfortable.
"HEY!" War called. "Are you going to pick that up?"
The girl made such an unsightly heap on the floor.