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WHO: Peeta Mellark, open
WHEN: the day he arrives, evening-ish
WHERE: the kitchen
WHAT: Peeta takes his mind off his problems by baking, so he's going to be spending a lot of time in the kitchen and wants to check it out.
FORMAT: I'm going to start in prose but WHICHEVER I guess
WARNINGS: none probably
Peeta gazed wide-eyed around the kitchen. He’d been pleased when they told him he could use it whenever he wanted, and he’d expected something a bit more flashy than the simple brick oven he had at home, but this was more than he could have ever imagined. Huge refrigerators, electric stoves, he didn’t even know what some of the appliances were. It was amazing.
He briefly wondered what Katniss would have thought about it, and then immediately regretted it. He frowned. The whole point of coming here to bake was to take his mind off of things back home, and she was particularly dangerous territory. She barely knew her way around a kitchen anyway, he thought, allowing a small grin to creep back onto his face, she'd probably still prefer a campfire even to all of these shiny appliances.
A quick peak through the cabinets revealed there were ingredients available to make anything Peeta could ever possibly imagine and probably more than that, but he was still hesitant; even though he'd been given permission he wasn't sure he felt right about just using their food. He also wasn't sure he'd be able to figure out how to use the ovens, and no one would appreciate him starting a fire, that was for sure. He began examining one of them curiously.
WHEN: the day he arrives, evening-ish
WHERE: the kitchen
WHAT: Peeta takes his mind off his problems by baking, so he's going to be spending a lot of time in the kitchen and wants to check it out.
FORMAT: I'm going to start in prose but WHICHEVER I guess
WARNINGS: none probably
Peeta gazed wide-eyed around the kitchen. He’d been pleased when they told him he could use it whenever he wanted, and he’d expected something a bit more flashy than the simple brick oven he had at home, but this was more than he could have ever imagined. Huge refrigerators, electric stoves, he didn’t even know what some of the appliances were. It was amazing.
He briefly wondered what Katniss would have thought about it, and then immediately regretted it. He frowned. The whole point of coming here to bake was to take his mind off of things back home, and she was particularly dangerous territory. She barely knew her way around a kitchen anyway, he thought, allowing a small grin to creep back onto his face, she'd probably still prefer a campfire even to all of these shiny appliances.
A quick peak through the cabinets revealed there were ingredients available to make anything Peeta could ever possibly imagine and probably more than that, but he was still hesitant; even though he'd been given permission he wasn't sure he felt right about just using their food. He also wasn't sure he'd be able to figure out how to use the ovens, and no one would appreciate him starting a fire, that was for sure. He began examining one of them curiously.