RD16, Orb # 1

[dailybread]

[A young man with bare shoulders looks up at the orb, his face knitted in something like resignation. There’s something metal and sparkly dangling from his fingers.]

Does anyone know how far we are from Panem? The capitol, specifically. [He remembers Katniss’ face, relaxed in sleep; the last time he saw her before getting up to stretch his legs and finding that little blue book.] There’s a friend I’m worried about.

[If you look closely, somewhere in the background of the orb is a large pile of shimmery blue fabric. He looks back up at the orb and rubs at the back of his neck.] And if someone could point me towards a change of clothes, I’d appreciate it.

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[greatsquirrelhunter]

[congratulations, Peeta. You have a friend for life.]

[dailybread]

What kind of bread do you like?

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[Faolan considered for a long moment before brightening.]

Bread!

[dailybread]

[Well, that's helpful. Gently prodding--] Brown? White? Rye? Sourdough?

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[Faolan's eyes widened at all the choices.]

Warm. Crunchy.

[dailybread]

[All right. We'll try something else.]

Do you like anything on your bread?

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Hawk makes sandwiches! Faolan likes them!

[dailybread]

What kind of sandwiches?

[greatsquirrelhunter]

All kinds! Sometimes with rabbits that Faolan catches! Or plants that Faolan finds!

[dailybread]

Have you ever had a hot sandwich with meat and cheese?

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan likes cheese!

[dailybread]

What kind of cheese do they have here?

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Lots of cheese! From cows and goats and sheep!

[dailybread]

Sheep? Wow. [Not quite what he meant, but that's fine.] I have a friend who has a goat, and sometimes makes cheese out her milk.