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[barelyjoyous]

[it's late o'clock and some jackass is throwing various pieces of cutlery into a wall of the living area, whistling a jaunty tune.]

Comments

[barelyjoyous]

Testing your reflexes, boyo.

[breathefire]

That's nothing you need to worry about.

[barelyjoyous]

If you say so, then.

[goes and picks up the shit that isn't stuck into the wall]

[breathefire]

[watching him do that warily, still going about his business]

[barelyjoyous]

[back to throwing]

The hell are you doing, anyway?

[breathefire]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[barelyjoyous]

Looks like you're cooking.

[breathefire]

There's your answer.

[barelyjoyous]

Why're you cooking?

[breathefire]

Because tomorrow I won't be able to do it properly.

[barelyjoyous]

You've a problem with daylight, now?

[breathefire]

We won't have time to do anything after this before the game starts.

[barelyjoyous]

[non-committal noise, stops throwing.]

[breathefire]

[bakin' a bake]

It'll all be rations and whatever you can hunt in the arena.

[barelyjoyous]

Probably eaten worse.

[breathefire]

You ever killed your own food before?

[barelyjoyous]

Can't be as hard as all that.

[breathefire]

Have you been paying attention to the survival lessons?

[barelyjoyous]

Sure I have. Certainly.

[breathefire]

Good.

[barelyjoyous]

[—throws you a butter knife, for funsies.]

[breathefire]

[dodges it, throwing an egg back at him]

[barelyjoyous]

[sidesteps that.]

Waste of food, that is.

[breathefire]

Like they're not gonna throw this all out after we leave in the first place.

[barelyjoyous]

Waste's a waste.