Jack is already waving a dismissive hand at Firo's apology, looking about the room for a place to deposit himself. "No matter and no need for that, lad." The bed is the only real place to settle in the small room, and so he slumps onto it and cracks open his bottle. His other arm extends out in the meanwhile to offer Firo, with a shake, the second bottle of booze to take.
"Haven't tried that -- " His chin jerks up to indicate the pizza box that Firo's holding, " -- but figured it wouldn't hurt to bring it." Not that either of them were starving, like it'd been back in the Arena.
Even in his travels at sea, while Jack had experienced his fair share of dangerously low rations and months of only tasteless hardtack to eat, it'd never been as desperate or painful as it'd been in the Arena. Sure, Swann had sent him supplies one week and he'd been able to catch fish here and there, but it'd never lasted nearly long enough to sustain him.
So it was nice to have food so easily within reach.
Firo's attempt at a joke brings another wide smile to his face. "Is that so? Whereaway would that be, eh? With one of the Capitolites who fiddle around on our floor?"
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"Haven't tried that -- " His chin jerks up to indicate the pizza box that Firo's holding, " -- but figured it wouldn't hurt to bring it." Not that either of them were starving, like it'd been back in the Arena.
Even in his travels at sea, while Jack had experienced his fair share of dangerously low rations and months of only tasteless hardtack to eat, it'd never been as desperate or painful as it'd been in the Arena. Sure, Swann had sent him supplies one week and he'd been able to catch fish here and there, but it'd never lasted nearly long enough to sustain him.
So it was nice to have food so easily within reach.
Firo's attempt at a joke brings another wide smile to his face. "Is that so? Whereaway would that be, eh? With one of the Capitolites who fiddle around on our floor?"