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]

That definitely isn't the impression she meant to give him, but it's still true. Not when she talks to Albert about these things on a regular basis, and she doesn't have to keep her disdain towards the Capitol on the downlow with him. And she's certain she would have to do so with Sigma. But that doesn't mean she needs to be hostile towards him. Really, she's well aware that wouldn't benefit either of them.

Clara makes her way over to the fridge, grabbing out two eggs and some butter before grabbing a clean pan to cook them in. She doesn't find anything juvenile in the way he responds, though she does find the way he watches her slightly unsettling. Not only because he's decades older than her and watching her so closely, but also because she can't help but notice the similarity with how closely David watched her make breakfast back home. "So, as your mentor, I should probably find out if you have a basic plan for the next Arena," she says in an attempt to make small talk as she cracks the eggs into the buttered pan and tosses the egg shells towards the sink so she can clear them away later.

[futilecycle]

Sigma nods, only half-listening as he watches the almost hypnotic movements of her hands, until the question sinks in. He has to force himself to look away from the pan before he can start to articulate his answer. "A-Ah," he stutters, surprised to have even been asked. He had become rather used to butting heads with his mentors, and in all of the time he had been in the Tribute Tower, very few of them seemed to care what his strategy was. Clara, he decided, was an especially good person for making the effort.

Still, Sigma knew how Clara 'won' her Arena, and as a victor of a different kind of Games, himself, he wasn't certain what sort of advice she would have for him. He saves them both the trouble: "To be honest with you, I just want to survive," he admits. "I... am planning on petitioning out after this one is over, you see. I am getting too old for a young man's game," he chuckles quietly.

[seestheman]

Clara figures that she can make the effort, at the very least, even though she knows full well that she's not the most well equipped for the job. She can't really help anyone train for combat, and she still has miles to go until she feels like she's qualified to teach anyone about survival skills. And the idea of her teaching Sigma first aid is laughable. But she can try to find out what he needs and how she can help him get those things, whether provided by her or by the sponsors who she's started sucking up to on behalf of her tributes.

She can't judge him for petitioning out. It would make her a hypocrite for one, considering her own husband petitioned out, and he has a point. And he has a point about it being for the young (though, in her opinion, no one is the right age to fight for their lives in the Arenas). "Well then, what do you think you need to help you get as far as possible? I may not be able to train you, but I can make sure the right sponsors know what you need. Who knows, maybe with the right things, you won't have to petition out and we could have another Victor."