Marco nodded, not minding at all that Juno was using his pea pod. This Christmas really did make up for lost time, which was nice. He hoped that the joy lasted, and the voices in his head, which he had been expertly ignoring, were wrong.
He started stacking his gifts inside the box that the pea pod had come in. "I like my boat too," he laughed. "Should we start taking all this shit upstairs?" He asked, placing a few more things in the box so he could drag up as much as he could at once.