@gamehaunt: he’s slicing the the loaf, out of the oven just long enough that it’s warm. rosemary focaccia, the smell fills the room and he hands finnick a slice without looking up from his task.
finnick takes the bread gingerly, humming appreciatively. he's taken up coming to watch peeta work, partly to ensure he's feeling better and also because he always gets fed. finnick's nothing if not a pragmatic man.
❛ s'good. ❜ finnick mumbles it as he swallows his first bite, leaning back in his chair and craning his neck to get a better look at peeta making each perfectly sized slice. another bite and finnick speaks again, ❛ does it help you feel better? y'know, to bake and stuff. i'm sure as shit not complaining, just noticed you doing it a lot. ❜