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Peeta had no taste for danger. He understood why people wanted to go down and explore that city under the ground. He just wasn’t one of them. He’d had more than his fair share of it already.
No. Other people here might be willing to risk their lives for the sake of curiosity and exploration, but he was fine with manning the fort at home. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. It wasn’t born out of cowardice or fear. It was just him recognising that it wasn’t for him. Maybe next time, but not now.
There was a fine layer of flour on his arms and hands, dusting his shirt and smudged on his cheeks. It was familiar. It was comfortable. It was just the right sort of thing he needed. His hands working the dough, he carefully rolled it out before twisting it into elaborate knots. He was so engrossed in his work that it wasn’t until he had finished with about five of them did he look up and realise that someone had entered the bakery. Smiling widely he stepped closer to the counter.
“Hi. What can I get for you?”
No. Other people here might be willing to risk their lives for the sake of curiosity and exploration, but he was fine with manning the fort at home. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. It wasn’t born out of cowardice or fear. It was just him recognising that it wasn’t for him. Maybe next time, but not now.
There was a fine layer of flour on his arms and hands, dusting his shirt and smudged on his cheeks. It was familiar. It was comfortable. It was just the right sort of thing he needed. His hands working the dough, he carefully rolled it out before twisting it into elaborate knots. He was so engrossed in his work that it wasn’t until he had finished with about five of them did he look up and realise that someone had entered the bakery. Smiling widely he stepped closer to the counter.
“Hi. What can I get for you?”