Wow, and the Oscar goes to. Iman rolls her eyes but doesn't press the issue, focusing instead on moving forward. "We're about halfway there," she guesses. Is it just that they're so small, or is this really such a wide expanse of gifts? How many presents does a giant need?

She hesitates, reaching a particularly tight spot between boxes too heavy for her to manipulate. She really doesn't want the two of them to get stuck here. Can she maybe...

She lifts her hands and presses them against the box, frowning tightly. This isn't really what she does, but she has to do something. Can she make it smaller? Just a little smaller?