Artis smiles, watching the other gods bestow gifts on these 'humans'. "Well," said a young lad next to him, a manifested bit of his thought. "I suppose we had better give them something."

"I don't know," said an older fellow, also a part of his thoughts. "These humans, they seem a bit to... Orderly for our tastes."

"Purrfect," cam a voice from a figure simular to his sister. "I propose we give them our blessing, but I think we aught to wait until they procreate."

"Yeah!" Came all the voices at once. "Let us wait to bestow our gifts, we don't wish to be orderly and give it to them now."