[Clove is picking through the ruins of the bakery's interior, sampling pieces that have fallen off the various cooking projects. If she minds the tastes, she doesn't show it.
Probably because, with most of them, she doesn't know how it's supposed to taste.
It's an obvious cause for something she doesn't like to call attention to-- she doesn't want to look at Twelve. She doesn't want to meet her eyes. Not while answering a question just about herself. About District Two or her training or anything like that, she'd be bold and sure. But something personal...]
I wanted to teach at the Academy.
[That's all she'd have been good for, if she hadn't been a tribute. At least, the way she saw it.]
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[Clove is picking through the ruins of the bakery's interior, sampling pieces that have fallen off the various cooking projects. If she minds the tastes, she doesn't show it.
Probably because, with most of them, she doesn't know how it's supposed to taste.
It's an obvious cause for something she doesn't like to call attention to-- she doesn't want to look at Twelve. She doesn't want to meet her eyes. Not while answering a question just about herself. About District Two or her training or anything like that, she'd be bold and sure. But something personal...]
I wanted to teach at the Academy.
[That's all she'd have been good for, if she hadn't been a tribute. At least, the way she saw it.]