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).

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[cowcatcher]

Jane takes up the offered coffee with a nod and hum of thanks, eyes tracking the steam rising from the mug with a mixture of gratefulness and disbelief. The other woman steps back, returning to the busy stove, and Jane mirrors her, slipping to the other end of the counter, hardly eager to get in her way. There's a beat of silence before she hears steps approaching and looks back up, eyeing Clara hesitantly before reaching out to shake her hand. The metal is cool, warmer than she expected.

"Jane." is her simple reply. She smiles at Clara slightly, dismissing the need for an apology with a shake of the head before returning her gaze to her coffee. She brings the mug to her lips, hands a little unsteady with anticipation. The bitter drink scalds her tongue, but she doesn't mind. It's a welcome sensation, stirring memories that don't hurt to look back on for a change.

"It's nice of you to cook." She offers after a stretch of silence, both hands secured around her mug. Since her return from the arena, Jane's survived off packaged food, consumed at the pace of someone used to going hungry. Her stomach growls in answer to the bacon sizzling away on the griddle, even though she knows she won't be able to handle more than a few mouthfuls.

[seestheman]

"It's nice to meet you Jane," she says, stepping away from the bacon for a moment to work on to grab a bowl of a mixture that contains eggs and cheese before pouring it into one of the other pans on the stove before flipping the rapidly cooking mixture around with a spatula. It takes a moment or two before she looks up at Jane again, partly because she's trying to figure out what to say and partly because she wants to make sure that the bacon isn't burning.

"It's no big deal," she finally says, placing the spatula down and grabbing the tongs and a plate with some paper towels to scoop the bacon onto. "I used to do this sort of thing at home with my-" Clara cuts herself off, unsure how to finish that. While the sad, sad tale of the Murphy family is something the Capitol is well aware of and has been the subject of at least one or two episodes of various shows, she still has a hard time talking about life at home sometimes. "-family. And I figured it'd be a good excuse for us to bond as a team."

Disregarding the fact that she invited a number of Tributes from other Districts to join them. "Give it a minute so it isn't too hot, but if you want, feel free to grab some bacon." She can't help but beam a small, knowing smile as she looks at her.