@thecapito1darling asked: Meal
( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.
It's late. By all standards, he should be in bed, getting some sleep, preparing for arriving in the Capitol. And yet Caspian can't sleep. He had tried, had gone into the bedroom that's far bigger than anything he's ever been used to and laid down on a far too soft bed. Tossed and turned before eventually getting right back up again. Trains are rather different than boats, and the movement is a little unsettling, but he's made his way down to the main compartment to at least sit and watch the countryside fly past outside.
When Finnick appairs, Caspian blinks in surprise, but the victor simply moves past him and...begins cooking? The teenager watches curiously as a familiar smell begins to fill the air, an old recipe from home. It makes him think of his grandmother, sweating over the stove, but refusing any help, because neither him nor his grandfather could do it right, or so she said. Legs pull up against his chest, chin coming to rest on his knees, and he simply watches, wondering what the other is doing.
