action;

[She watches Clove through narrow eyes. Have things between them really changed this much? Months ago, when the girl first arrived, weapons would have already been drawn. They'd be eying each other warily, like two wild dogs fighting for the last piece of meat. Who would make the first move? Or would it remain a stalemate forever?

Now, there's only a nod. She keeps eating. Katniss' bow remains slung over her shoulder. There's no tension in the air. Nothing except a comfortable comrade.

And that makes her uncomfortable. She wants what she's used to. Just this once, just for this moment. But it's not hear.

She nods towards the stew bowl.] Why?