Drinking cinnamon coffee, or decaffeinated tea.

[seestheman]

WHO | Clara and OPEN
WHAT | The first meeting of Clara's breakfast club.
WHEN | Present time.
WHERE | District 10's suite
WARNINGS/NOTES | None right now, will add any if they crop up!


Clara's been meaning to do this for a couple months now, round up her collective of friends/various adopted kids/Districtmates and have breakfast. After waking up far earlier than she has in weeks and shooing a couple Avoxes out of the kitchen, she sets to work, getting the prep stuff out of the way and organizing all the various ingredients on the counter so she can knock out each dish as she goes.

Depending on when they wake up, residents of 10 will most likely smell something cooking, whether it be hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, a variety of breakfast meats, or other breakfast staples. The sight that will meet anyone who comes into the kitchen is one of organized chaos (that will most likely devolve into something much more unorganized as more people join in the food-fray).

Comments

[biomechatronic]

Things they don't cover in medical school: how one dresses for brunch with the woman whose husband you stripped of all emotions and who, the last time you saw her, you were patching her eyesocket with beauty products.

So he hopes his usual boring suit works, and the bouquet of flowers he picked up (no roses, because, well, it just doesn't seem appropriate), are all right, as he knocks on the suite door. At least he has the flowers to hide behind.

[seestheman]

Likewise, no amount of books on how to host large, social get-togethers dictate the proper way to make sure the peace is kept at a meal with a number of people who are going to be fighting each other to the death in a matter of weeks. Or how to try to truly forgive someone who hand a personal hand in what she had once been certain were the worst months of her life, even if he was trying to fix things then and trying to truly fix things now.

When Clara answers the door to the suite, it's with certainty that her helpers had things under control (and if they didn't, Albert could jump in to fix things since he had arrived earlier than almost anyone else to give her a hand). She has to think for a moment about who would knock instead of just walking in, like the others have so far. And the fact that it's Dr. Norton isn't as much of a shock as it could be. She raises an eyebrow, the one above the eyesocket that, instead of being empty like it had been the last time he'd seen it up close, now had a bionic eye that had been forced on her. "Flowers?" There's nothing scathing or rude in her voice, something more like bemusement and a laugh in her voice. "Come in," she says, stepping to the side to let him enter.

[biomechatronic]

Dennett finds it easy to forgive, less easy to forget. It's a little...creepy to run into people who killed you or wanted to kill you, but he's trying to convince himself he's 'safe' outside the arenas.

At least Clara is safe. Or, at least, no one would mass poison a breakfast buffet and he feels like a terrible person for even thinking like that!

"I thought, well, I should bring something." As opposed to all those times he showed up at her house with nothing but bad news and deception. "You look, uh, good. All things considered."

[seestheman]

If he said anything about the relative safety of life in the Capitol vs life in the Arena...well, Clara wouldn't be able to voice her disagreements out of fear of what they'd do to her or to someone she holds dear in retaliation. But if she wasn't living in fear, she'd disagree, considering what the Capitol's proven to be capable of.

"I think it'd be hard to look worse," Clara says sardonically before she leads him towards where she's set up the breakfast spread before quickly ducking into the kitchen to grab a partially filled glass to put the flowers in so they can be used as an impromptu table decoration. "Thank you for them, by the way. They're beautiful." Okay, so maybe in hindsight, inviting him may not have been the greatest idea if only because of how awkward things are between them. But at the same time, this is downright pleasant compared to...every other time they've been in the same room. "So, what've you been doing recently?"

Smooth, Clara.