Kelvin and Claire made small talk until Dominica arrived. She was carrying a large box, wrapped in brightly colored wrapping paper. The box seemed to be much the same shape as a small briefcase.
“Hey Claire, what’s up?”
“Where do I put this?”
Claire pointed to the table. Dominica walked over to the table, and carefully set the box down on it. It made a small clunk as it touched the table.
The box was marked, “From D”
The three of them chatted until Charles arrived. He was carrying a box, much the same as Dominica’s, and a suspicious expression.
“Anything blown up yet?”
“Does it look like it has?”
“No… but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t. Explosions can be subtle. Even if it hasn’t yet, It’s only a matter of time. And I might have been referring to a figurative explosion, as well.”
“Yeah. Anyway, the gift goes on that table over there.”
Charles walked over to the table, and put the box on the table, eliciting a heavy thump. Dominica jumped slightly.
“Don’t do that!”
“Slam the gift on the table.”
“My gift is un- fragile.”