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[ihasbread]

[Peeta's trying to bake some bread, his speciality. He's on his fourth attempt, each with burnt and black results, he forgets that his journal is open and starts muttering to himself for all to hear. He's not hapy and the kitchen has started to reek of his failure during the second loaf.]

I use to do this every day...! Why can't I now?

[With that,

Comments

[mademyownpath]

[John will be watching from...somewhere. Like the creeper cowboy he is]

Are you keeping it in the oven too long?

[ihasbread]

[He's a pretty paranoid kid, so creepers aren't his favorite people.]

Not really. I could put it in for ten seconds, and it'd burn. I was a baker before I came here.

[mademyownpath]

[John frowns] You find out what your loss is yet, son?

[tehoniongirl]

[coming in to make dinner, she'll pause to sniff the air, waving a hand to clear some of the smoke that's filling the kitchen]

You alright in here?

[ihasbread]

[Yeah, he'll just get all embarrassed and rub the back of his neck.]

Sorry about that. I'm fine.. But my bread isn't.

[tehoniongirl]

You're making bread from scratch?

[her eyes widen a little, impressed] I suddenly feel ashamed of my sandwich-making plans

[siebter]

Is something wrong?

[ihasbread]

Just trying to bake is all. It's not going as planned.

[siebter]

I'm sorry...did the castle do that?

[the_girl_aflame]

You can't bake bread anymore?

[ihasbread]

I guess not. Each time I've tried, they come out more like burnt bricks.