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Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

It had been a thankfully calm and uneventful week for once. Ender knew better than to hope that would continue, though he wasn't so bound by superstition that he feared acknowledging it aloud. However, not exactly being the type to talk to himself, he didn't anyway-- instead he was doing so by moving into the common room without his laptop this time.

He was going to check out if the History Channel was showing something interesting instead.

Yes. Exciting.

He had a bowl full of cereal and a glass of milk, and he was going to spend this morning doing the closest thing to relaxing he ever did. Well. Second-closest. He'd already gone through his morning exercise schedule.

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Nerd.

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"The woods are more interesting before other people have gone out there, most mornings," she replied with a quick little smile. "Humans seem to be the only creatures that willingly sleep past dawn."

"I sleep that late rarely but I don't always make it outside if I am awake," he admitted, nodding. "I like to sit and think or sit and read. Anything interesting in the woods this morning?"

"Squirrels and those turquoise deer," she said with a shrug. "And birds. Mostly it's just a good place for me to do my thinking while honing a skill, since it's not as though I need to hunt here."

"Ah yes, the oddly colored deer," he said idly, shaking his head. "Have I ever asked you what you hunt with? I know you loaned me a knife once so is that what you use?"

"Bow and arrow," she said, shrugging. "I'm a sniper, according to the standards of this culture. I'd rather hide in a tree and pick animals off than pursue or use a gun. I can set snares if necessary, but it's not as useful a skill."

Bod nodded thoughtfully. "Have you ever thought of finding a place to hunt in this state? I've read about hunters and hunting licenses -- "

That he didn't understand but he'd read about it.

" -- so you'd be able to hunt even if it's probably not the same thing."

Katniss actually cracked a genuine smile. "That's an idea. Hunting legally for once. I've been poaching my whole life, so it'd be interesting to end my hunting career on a legal note."

"I would offer to come along but that would just be embarrassing for me," he said, laughing at himself. "I'd probably end up lost in the woods or stuck in the mud or having a lengthy conversation with a bird."

"You'd probably scare the animals," Katniss replied, matter-of-fact. "That's what happens when Wesley comes hunting with me. Really, when anyone who hasn't been hunting a long time does. Animals are much more sensitive to sound than we are."

"I would," Bod agreed with a nod. "I'm not really one for hunting. I think I know a fair amount about animals but I wouldn't know how to act in those situations. I've never had to hunt to eat. I grew up on pizza and takeaway. I was spoiled."

"That seems to be pretty common here," Katniss admitted. "I'm the odd one out. Though I'm not sure that pizza's the healthiest thing to live on, even if it is food."

"It's definitely not," he laughed, shaking his head. "The ghosts I lived with had no means to cook and Silas didn't cook so I tended to eat what he brought back to the graveyard. I'm pretty sure I ate Thai food before I even knew what it was. The few times I had a home cooked meal, it wasn't very good and made me sick but that might have been because I wasn't used to it."

"Could be that the cook just wasn't good at it," she teased lightly. "You'd likely get sick off of my cooking, at least."

"She was also Romanian so the food was ethnic as well," Bod shared though he did wonder just how good a cook Miss Lupescu was. That stew had been atrocious. "You didn't have any problems adjusting to the food here when you arrived?"

"The richness of it," Katniss replied thoughtfully. "And the sheer quantity. I still have trouble restraining myself so I don't get sick. That was my problem in Panem's Capitol, too -- the food was much richer and heavier and there was more of it than anything I'd ever known before, and it's hard to say no to that kind of luxury."

"I can definitely understand that." He hadn't had that problem simply because Silas had kept him well fed but he could definitely understand an adjustment that radical.

"Have you found something new that you really like?" he asked. "There's so much variety and selection here that I've made it a point to try different things when I can."

"Those little yellow cakes with the cream in the middle," she said immediately. "We don't have anything like that at home. Even in the Capitol."

Go figure. Katniss loved Twinkies.

"Twinkies!" It was hard to forget something like that even if he wasn't much a fan of those. "I've had those before. There interesting. Have you ever had a moon pie? You might like those too."

Chocolate was a weakness.

"What's a moon pie?" Katniss asked, immediately intrigued. "Are they like ding-dongs? Or ho-hos? I like those too."

"I think so," Bod said, holding out a hand, palm up. "It's circular, about the size of my palm and it's graham cracker cookies that are dipped in chocolate with marshmallow in the middle. Very sweet but very good. I think ding dongs might be similar slightly."

"Marshmallow like in s'mores?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Exactly!" Bod said, nodding. "It's not quite as gooey though since it's not heated up but the marshmallow and chocolate flavor is exactly like a s'more. I like those too."

"I bet we could heat up moon pies and it'd be like a s'more," Katniss said thoughtfully.

"I've never tried," he admitted but he did sound interested. "We could make a mess...but that might be even more fun."

"We would need to be sure not to create waste," she said, ever pragmatic, especially about food. "If it melted everywhere, we wouldn't be able to eat it."

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