Kaz hadn't changed from his original clothes as he stepped into the dining car, his hair slightly disheveled from sleep. He was barefoot, too, not even bothering to put shoes on before walking out.
"Seems like a lot of fuss for a couple of kids," he mumbled to nobody as he sat down across from Wren, letting his hands fall lazily on the table.
Wren let out a small gasp as the food was brought to them. Bowls of hearty, meaty stew, potatoes, bread, cheese, fruit, and vegetables. She could hardly contain herself, gulping down stew, but stoppped mid-bite, embarrased, and straightened herself back up. God, this is amazing compared to the food from home, she thought, though the produce was from her home. Despite being the farming district, they never got to eat the food they grew. It was automatically shipped to the rest of Panem.
Kaz's reaction was nonexistant. He grabbed a small biscuit and took conservative nibbles, not seeming to want to eat very much. He raised his eyebrows at the intensity of his counterpart's hunger, silently studying her.
"Hungry?" he asked, a somewhat amused look on his face.
Wren's face went red. "Aren't you? I haven't eaten in days," she asked, a rather surprised but embarrased look on her face.
He shrugged in response, setting the biscuit aside.
"I got used to not eating," he said with a shrug. "You better be careful. You eat too much and you're gonna be throwing up for hours."
"I know…" she sighed, glancing down at the feast. "It's just…I want to take advantage of the nice things before we…you know…" a solumn look flashed on her face.
"Oh, c'mon," Kaz said, rolling his eyes. "That's too far away to start crying over. Enjoy the moment. And the food."
"I'm not crying!" Wren insisted. "And that's what I was trying to do, before you had to spoil it." Though she was flustered, a tiny smile of amusement crept onto her face.
He raised his eyebrows, a clear smile on his face. "Oh, I'm spoiling it? You're the one who brought up dying while I was just trying to keep you from throwing up."
"J-just shut up and eat," Wren grumbled, taking another bite of stew.
"I think I'm fine, for now," he admitted, setting the biscuit onto a random plate. "Like I said, not that hungry."
Wren shrugged and continued eating, despite the fact that she would probably throw up afterward. Once she was finished, she did feel horrible, but she would never admit it to Kaz. Eventually she had to retreat back to her room, heaving up every bit of her dinner. An hour later, she lay miserable on her bed.
Three knocks were made against her door, and Kaz's voice floated through the wood. "Can I come in?"
Wren sighed, her stomach still ached. "Sure," she called, straightening up so that Kaz wouldn't have the satisfaction of saying i told you so.
He opened the door and walked in. There was a small smile on his face. "How's your night been?"
Wren shrugged, holding up a horizontal hand and tilting it a bit. "Eh, its been fine. I just kind of miss home."
"And your stomach?" he asked, looking around for a chair. He found a fancy-looking one that appeared to be more decoration than furniture and pulled it next to the bed before sitting down.
Wren reddened. "I-it's fine…" She lied, but almost at the exact same time, it made an indignant growl and she couldn't help but clutch it, wincing in pain.
"Oh?" he raised his eyebrows in amusement as his grin grew. "I highly doubt that."
"Shut up!" She snapped. "And don't you dare say I told you so." She sounded angry, and she was, but she kind of liked the attention.
"I feel like an 'I told you so' is appropriate, but I give in." He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. The grin slowly faded as the real reason why he came into her room returned to his mind. "How are you holding up? You know, with the whole Games thing?"
Wren sighed, picking at the seam of the comforter of the bed. "…I don't know. I still can't believe I was chosen, you know?"
"I…..think differently than most people," he admitted, studying his new acquaintance. "I just kinda see it as fate. It happened and there's nothing I can do about it now, so the best option I have is to take advantage of the situation handed to me."
"I guess that's smart," she admitted, leaning her head on the wall. "I should probably just accept my death. I absolutely suck at fighting. No way I can go up against those careers"
"You think I'mma let you die?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction.
Wren blushed, caught off guard. "Umm, I mean, I guess? I didn't really think you would care."
"You're the closest thing I'm gonna have to a friend out there," he said, scratching the side of his face. "And I'm not gonna let the only person on my side die."
"Well, I guess that means I can't let you die, either," she smirked.
"I'll be fine," he said, waving her off. "I've been fighting my whole life."
"I'll still look out for you," she insisted. "And don't try and deny it either. We'll both need all the help we can get."
