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

[seestheman]

Clara almost yanks her hand back when she notices the stains on his fingers. Instead of doing so, she tries to rationalize it as him being a messy eater who accidentally got something all over his hands and didn't notice, or that he was painting or writing in red pen. Anything that could quash the awful feeling that it might actually be blood.

"Likewise, Kevin," she says with a smile that she's trying to keep from looking forced to hide her unease. "And thank you. Though, honestly, I'm completely at a loss about how to even be a proper Mentor. Any chance you could give a girl a few tips?" Not that she's sure she wants tips from him, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right?

[asmilinggod]

It's actually blood. Just not human.

He looks thoughtful at the question, tilting his head a little bit to one side.

"Tips? Well, gosh...I'm still learning every day, too! But listening and connecting seem to count for a lot. Most of my district are kinda...tough nuts to crack - but I'm working on it!"

There is unspoken sentiment in these words - his district doesn't trust him. Doesn't like him. They're afraid of him.

He keeps those thoughts far away for the time being.

"Say, anything I can help with here in the kitchen?"

[seestheman]

Clara's tempted to point out that, really, she can't blame his Tributes. He's unnerving, at best. Instead she gives him a halfhearted nod. "I'm sure they'll come around someday," she says, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "But I'll try to keep that in mind, though I doubt that's going to do much good with at least one of mine."

Not that she wants to connect to Tom at all anyway.

She turns a burner on as she considers his offer, finally shaking her head. "Nope, the most helpful thing you can do is eat some of this so we don't have too many leftovers up here."