[It's cold out and yet Katniss doesn't make any attempt to open the door and let them both inside. She should. It'd be the right thing to do even if she had caught Richard attempting to break into her house. But even as her stomach prowls in protest, she remains standing on the front steps, eyeing his bag.
When he opens it, she immediately peers inside. She lets out the breath that she didn't quite realize she had been holding to see that there was nothing living in there. Buttercup's enough of a pain. Instead, there's... pieces of woods? Shapes. Animals. One or two she even recognizes.
An expression of awe crosses her face as he pulls one out. She thinks once she might have seen an animal like that. In a Hunger Games some years ago. But what Richard holds out is truly beautiful.
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When he opens it, she immediately peers inside. She lets out the breath that she didn't quite realize she had been holding to see that there was nothing living in there. Buttercup's enough of a pain. Instead, there's... pieces of woods? Shapes. Animals. One or two she even recognizes.
An expression of awe crosses her face as he pulls one out. She thinks once she might have seen an animal like that. In a Hunger Games some years ago. But what Richard holds out is truly beautiful.
Quietly,] These are for me?