He marks his page in the book before shutting it. He stands up, his joints cracking softly with the movement, and glances around the floor, eyeing the people milling around warily. He's not sure if she needs to be around people or if she would rather just be alone. He's not sure if he trusts this place enough to eat in an area just anyone could access, especially when they both have cuffs around their wrists. Call him paranoid, but his paranoia has kept him alive thus far.
"Do you want to eat upstairs? I'll make you something in District 3. I can show you how they cook in the countries I've visited, if you like."
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He marks his page in the book before shutting it. He stands up, his joints cracking softly with the movement, and glances around the floor, eyeing the people milling around warily. He's not sure if she needs to be around people or if she would rather just be alone. He's not sure if he trusts this place enough to eat in an area just anyone could access, especially when they both have cuffs around their wrists. Call him paranoid, but his paranoia has kept him alive thus far.
"Do you want to eat upstairs? I'll make you something in District 3. I can show you how they cook in the countries I've visited, if you like."