Main Campfire [evening]

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

After trying marshmallows the day prior, Katniss was drawn to the main campfire again tonight -- this time, with food of her own in tow.

She had made a stop in town, using a small chunk of the money she'd brought with her to purchase as many different kinds of food as she could. So, while she had several bags of marshmallows and even a box of Twinkies (they were growing on her), Katniss had bought quite a few moddable things that one might not normally see at a campfire.

While roasting marshmallows proved easy, she soon regretted the decision to try to roast a cupcake. As well as the piece of pizza she tried to hold out over the flames on the end of her stick.

Katniss had never really had enough food to experiment with cooking before. She dutifully ate everything she put out into the fire -- even if it was charred -- but she was well aware there was far too much for her to eat alone.

[open like a campfire!]

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[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Because I wanted to try," she replied simply. "Why not?"

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"That's as good a reason as any," he said, looking through the stash. "How fire-worthy is a...pop tart?" he asked, looking at it.

Not that he knew what a toaster was, less a toaster-friendly foodstuff.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea," she replied, barely glancing at the pop tart. "I've never had one."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Well, then, a new experience for us both," he said, opening the package to find...more packages.

And inside that package was a flat breadlike thing the size of his hand, a hard frosting on one side. He offered it to her. "Lady's honor."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

Katniss hardly thought it was her honor as a lady to take one, considering they were hers. But then again, the only chivalry she ever saw was from Peeta or the over-the-top ministrations of Capitol men. "Thank you," she said, taking it. "I don't think it'll roast. It's too thin and hard to put on a stick well."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Tie a spatula on a stick, place it on that?" he suggested. He looked at the other one in the package; it had crumbled at the corner.

"This does not seem like good travel food. It would fall apart in a saddlebag."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"You would just have to wrap it well enough," Katniss replied, shaking her head. "And not put it at the bottom. It's a cold, fruity bread, and I doubt it'd spoil. It'd do quite well if you packed it correctly."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"It would probably keep for some time; everything in this place lasts far longer than it would otherwise." He shrugged and tried a piece.

"It's good. Very sweet."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"There isn't much to the bread," she observed. "But it would keep you alive, in a pinch." She'd keep these pop tarts in mind for the future.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"If you like field rations," he said, putting down the fancy hardtack...after having another bite.

"Have you tried this?" he asked, gesturing at the box of mini-donuts.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she replied, glancing at the donuts. "They're dense, but sweet."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Might stay on a stick better than this pop tart," he said. "Unless you've tried them before?"

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I just said I did," she pointed out.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"You seem as if you cleared out half the shop with the selections here. What would you suggest?"