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[mudbloodhater]

WHO| Draco Malfoy and Momoko Ryugasaki
WHAT| Draco and Momoko are classy, and therefore, having a little...tea party of sorts.
WHERE| one of the more calming restaurants in the Capitol.
WHEN| an afternoon this weekend
WARNINGS| none right now.

As things went, being told that he was going to meet one of his fellow Tributes for tea was actually one of the better things he'd been forced to do. All Effie's idea, he was fairly certain, probably because Momoko actually had manners. Despite having offed herself last Arena. Better than how he went, though, so he wasn't about to say anything on the matter.

Instead, he waited for her in the surprisingly normal teahouse, wondering how it managed to straddle both Western and Eastern influences simultaneously. At least they made good tea.

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[mudbloodhater]

He shivered. She was right, after all; with talk like that, they'd probably end up in very little if the Stylists could help it. Best not to let anyone overhear that.

"My mother would probably agree. I imagine she's already picked up some form of fascinator for if my father passes at some inopportune moment. At least, I wouldn't put it past her. She's terribly practical," Draco said, unable - unwilling, more like - to keep the thread of adoration for his mother from his voice.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"She sounds like a very sensible woman," said Momoko, pleased that Draco came from good stock. Nothing like the hopeless messes that were her own parents.

[mudbloodhater]

"She most definitely is," he told her, just as pleased. It showed in his face, his body language. Then he shifted a little, "More tea?"