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[risetwice]

That's one ora--

No, please don't touch my shirt-

One orange-

If you lick the cookie, you've purchased it-

No, I said one, is twone even a number-

Do not lick the cookies.

[ooc; Harass away! No doubles or crew doubles though, please!]

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[threadthefire]

...lick the cookies?

[risetwice]

They're licking the cookies.

[threadthefire]

Why?

[risetwice]

Presumably to taste them.

[PAUSE, then said to someone else]

We don't have a return policy!

[clothiers]

[ Portia has found her way to Peeta's bakery, having acquired the location from him the night prior at dinner. She arches a brow at the mad rush going on in the cozy establishment. ]

Having trouble, I see.

[risetwice]

Portia. The last bastion of sanity.

[There's a woman reaching for his apron and he deftly avoids it]

[clothiers]

I'm not that good, but perhaps I can steal you for a moment. Have you got a break any time in the near future?

[ She watches the apron defense with mild amusement, wondering why it is the girl wants it in the first place. ]

[risetwice]

[Because he's cute and she wants to touch him?]

I'll take one now. Finnick!

[Finnick cries back something, and comes out, is visible for a moment before the girls pounce, and Peeta has a moment to step out with Portia]