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Who| Milla Vodello, district mates! Open to visitors.
What| Milla aggressively over cooks, expects her district mates to eat all of it. Awkward discussions of death, dismemberment and aliens ensue.
Where| District 11 suite.
When| Catch all log for return of District 11 tributes. During arena 12/before the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of death, murder, blood shed, etc. Also Milla mothering everyone.

Her own early death in the arena left Milla with very little to do beyond find herself glued to the television feeling more than a little frustrated that she wasn't there. If she hadn't gotten into that fight or run into those creatures- the woman gave a frustrated sigh at the thought waving it away as she focused on cleaning the counter top.

Whatever worrying is brushed off in favor of something more relaxing. Cooking. Milla knew she should keep her eyes focused forward, but... some dallying couldn't hurt. Her suitemates would need to be fed after all, the mental minx had no qualms about doing as much.

Those video tapes of the arena would be waiting for her anyway. She could be a proper Psychonaut later on. Now, she'd much rather keep her hands busy, busy doing something genuinely relaxing and helpful.

It's why any who step off of the elevator will find themselves blindsided by the sound of salsa music and scent of comfort food. Milla Vodello is anything if efficient. Whoever came into the kitchen was very likely to be fussed over and fed if Milla had anything to say about it.

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After a day spent on a walkabout to attempt to distract himself from darker thoughts and self-doubt, Haruto made his way back to his district's floor. The salsa music that greeted him as he stepped off the elevator, Haruto had no opinion about one way or the other, but the smell of food.... yeah, that was good. He could go for some of that, whatever it was. Without even thinking about who might have put it together (could have just been an Avox? Could have been take out?), he goes striding cheerfully into the kitchen. "Hey, what's...."

Oh. And it's Milla. Who he hadn't seen since things had gone so poorly back in the Arena. He's immediately tongue-tied, and stands there looking equal parts shocked and guilty.

The busied expression on Milla's face turns to something softer at the sound of Haruto's voice. The psychic woman turns to face the would be wizard, offering him a simple greeting. She rests her hands on the counter as she leans back a little. "Darling- I hope you're hungry, I might have overdone things again."

The psychic is aiming for something, casual, something to contrast their last encounter.

"I.. I could eat." No matter how much sadness or uncertainty he was feeling, Haruto Soma could always manage to put a smile on his face. It might not make it all the way to his eyes, but it was good enough to get most people to stop worrying, and that's what counted. There's even a little bit more of a spring in his step when he walks the rest of the way into the kitchen. "What've you got? It smells good!"

It doesn't quite quell Milla's natural worry, she takes note of the lack of genuine warmth in his eyes. Not that she'll comment for now, offering him a smile of her own. "A little bit of everything, baby. Things from home."

She motions for him to settle down at the counter on a stool. Once Haruto is settled, Milla will dish out some Feijão Tropeiro onto a plate. "If you don't like this, darling, I can always grab something else for you."

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"Home... where's that?" He immediately adds, almost tripping over his tongue, "I-if it's alright to ask!" Because questions like that might be a bit sensitive in a place like this. He's scrambling to sit, and to move things along.

"Aah... are those beans?" He knows rice, he can smell something like pork or sausage in there, but... beans? In something savory? They did that in a lot of places outside of Japan, didn't they? Weird, using them for that instead of sweets. But he wasn't going to be completely rude. He takes the plate, he nods and smiles thankfully, he brings a forkful to his mouth and tries it...

And then he is just tucking in, not having realized until the food was in his mouth just how hungry he was. It's good, even if it's a little strange.

"Brazil- originally. I moved to the united states for a job." She offers with an easy laugh, not minding the question at all. Talk of Brazil makes her accent a little thicker in places. "It's my kind of comfort food- next time I should ask what all of you would like instead."

"Ah, yes." It takes a second to remember Japan's preference for sweet beans. It's been awhile since she's been to Japan. "I hope it tastes good, baby. Even if it might be a little unusual."

"Brazil!" It's a bit muffled, because his mouth was still a bit full when the news hit, and he doesn't follow it up with anything else. He covers his mouth, swallows quickly, and then smiles a little more genuinely. "I wanted to travel there, after going all over Europe." He's quick to pick up another forkful of what's on his plate and quick to shake his head, though. "This is just fine. You should make what you like, right? You should have comfort food too, hmm?"

And there is not a lot more commentary on the matter than that, because he is stuffing that forkful into his mouth. And then another. He's a wizard with a healthy appetite, he is. She does get a positive sound and an 'ok' gesture from him, though.

Milla has to laugh a little at Haruto's reaction, the corner of her eyes crinkling fondly as she leans back against the counter behind her. "You should, baby. Brazil is beautiful. Whenever we leave here, I'll show you all the best places." It's an easy promise to make, something nicer than their time spent in the arena.

"True, true- I just don't want to overwhelm all of you with too much of what I know." She tents her fingers together, elbows idly resting against the counter behind her. It's a very relaxed stance, a genuine one at that. His enjoyment is enough to make the psychic beam. She's more than a little pleased with herself that the food is going over so well.

Her offer of being a tour guide needs commenting on, and he's quick to chew and swallow his most recent mouthful of food. "...mmph! And I'll have to show you around Tokyo, too. I know this great donut shop, for starters...." And then he is tucking right back into his plate of delicious beans and rice. He's two thirds through the plate already. Maybe he doesn't have to build up mana reserves anymore, but he still has a healthy appetite.

It's especially difficult to miss the music and food when still inside the suite, as Gary has discovered, although he's not too distraught when he realizes what this means. Gary will never turn down the promise of a party--even if he's slept in and still in his pajamas when he wanders out of his room to see what's going on, before other guests arrive. Instantly his sleepy eyes light up when he catches a glimpse of Milla busying herself in the kitchen. Gary jogs over to meet her.

"Hey, I didn't know we were having people over!" At least, Gary assumes they're having people over, if not for the stereo and cooking then simply because Gary wants that to be the case. "What's the occasion? Just feeling like getting your dance on?"

Her smile becomes brighter in Gary's presence as she turns to face the teenager. "I just felt having some fun, baby!" She playfully winks back at her district mate.

She steps away from what's she's doing to lightfully ruffle Gary's hair fondly. "You're free to invite people over, sweetheart, we have plenty of food."

Ah, always the hair! Gary squirms, not in time to avoid getting his unwashed hair sufficiently mussed, and he gives up quickly enough anyways. He rarely wins these battles.

At least this gives Gary the excuse to stay close to where Milla is cooking, so he can reach around her and steal some bits of food lying on the counter. "Yeah, I guess we could use that," he shrugs. Wait, no, that suggests that he's not having fun, that's no good. Gary corrects himself. "--Mostly Haruto. I don't think I've ever seen such a sore loser in my life, have you?"

There is no escape, only affectionate hair ruffling.

"The arena's are hardly- fun, baby." The food theft is certainly noticed, but Milla isn't going to do much protesting. She did after all make a lot of food. "Being upset about it is normal." She offers the teenager a light poke in the shoulder turn.

There are worse fates than these, especially the ones that don't result in mooched food. Gary pops some in his mouth without fear of retribution.

"Yeah, well--" He chews thoughtfully and speaks around his stolen morsel. Continued prompts from Milla, much like the continued hair-abusing, go ignored. "--He doesn't have to be so grumpy about it. We're all here and healthy and stuff. That's all that matters, right?"

"It's still not quite the best situation, so I understand how he feels." Milla does feel some guilt in regards to her death, if she could have survived, Haruto wouldn't feel so guilty himself.

"I am glad you're all here in one piece though." She indulges her more motherly instincts and gives Gary a quick peck on the forehead. Her accent thickens slightly as she teases the teenager. "Even when they steal my food."

Gary indulges right back, if only because it gives him the opportunity to stuff another sample of Milla's cooking in his mouth. The accusation has him looking over with puffy cheeks and wide, innocent eyes.

"Hnh?" Gary holds up his hands to show that they are, in fact, completely empty of food, therefore Milla's claims hold zero weight and he can't be blamed for anything. He pauses to swallow the evidence. "Well at least you're not bitter about it. If Haruto knew how to relax like we do, maybe he wouldn't be so woe-is-me all the time, you know?"

Milla's very natural response to that innocence is to pinch Gary's cheek playfully when he's finished speaking. "People cope in their own ways. You have to remember that, even if someone is acting irrational to you, there is always something else going on for them, darling."

"Aw, man!" Hair ruffles Gary can deal with, but cheek pinches are a bit much. He squirms as much as is physically possible without hurting himself and swats at Milla's hand. It's a temporary, but effective distraction. "Whatever. I just wish he was happier more. Buzzkills aren't any fun."

She'll accept the swatting with a slight tutting, amusement clear enough on her features as she watches Gary slide into a pout. She overdoes it with doting at times for moments like this. It feels almost normal. Almost rational in comparison to the terrible fate they've been handed.

"Like I said dear, people cope in different ways. I plan on feeding him as well, so it should help."

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/bursts in here a million years late

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