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Luke's Diner | Friday

Bod knew there was a rather large event occurring in England today and while he wasn't watching himself, some of the cooking staff were and kept asking Bod questions like he was part of the monarchy. He smiled and answered as best he could and then decided to go with a theme for today's specials.

Today's Specials
Beef Wellington
Steak-N-Ale Pie
English Walnut Pie

Luke's was open and the Union Jack was flying high today.

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Bod's around, listening to the amusing chatter from the staff while he worked.

Katniss had initially wanted to come in to eat, but upon seeing Bod, she realized with a pang how long it had been since she'd seen him. And the fact that she wouldn't see him again, after next Friday.

So she took a seat, waiting for his attention.

It didn't take that long before Bod noticed he had a visitor and he smiled at Katniss as he wandered over.

"Hullo there," he greeted her. "Long time no see."

"I've been a little negligent when it comes to seeing friends, these days," she said with a small smile. "Hi. Sorry about the long time and the lack of seeing."

"It's honestly no problem," he assured her, smiling again. "I was the same way for quite awhile. Perhaps with the ending of the winter season, it'll be easier to see friends. The sun always helps me."

Her smile turned a little tight. "I'm sure you'll have more time with summer just around the bend," she offered.

"I've already started stocking up on sunscreen," he said, laughing at himself. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"

"That pie thing, with the walnuts," she decided. "Please. We don't have anything like that at home. I'm not sure I'll ever get the chance once I get home."

"Of course," he said, writing her order down and handing it back to the staff in the kitchen. "It's a recipe from England, where I'm from. I haven't had it in quite awhile so hopefully it's as good as I remember it."

"I'm sure it is," she decided. "I'm pretty much a fan of any kind of food. I'm remarkably easy to please."

"So am I," he agreed with a nod. "Considering I ate mostly pizza and other junk foods back home, it's been rather enjoyable to explore other avenues even if I still really do like pizza."

"I also like pizza," Katniss agreed, a little sad. "I'm running out of time to try everything, and I keep finding myself sticking to things I know I won't eat at home, as long as I can."

"Running out of time?" Bod repeated, frowning. "Are you returning home for the summer semesters?"

"Probably permanently, actually," she said carefully. "I have to, um, go home to compete in our national sport."

"National sport?" To Bod, sports were football and lacrosse and that sort of thing. "I didn't know you were an athlete."

"In a manner of speaking," Katniss said carefully. "It's a little more barbaric than what people here do and watch for fun."

"Barbaric?" He was probably going to repeat a lot of things she said. "Dangerous?"

"Deadly, actually," she said lightly, because maybe if she said it lightly it would suddenly be easier to talk about. "They're called the Hunger Games. Twenty-four tributes, two from each district, are thrown in an arena with weapons and forced to outlast each other."

"...fight to the death?" Bod asked as realization started to dawn. "I don't know if I understand how that's considered a sport. That's, well, barbaric."

"It's punishment," Katniss said quietly. "The districts rebelled seventy-five years ago, and the Capitol won. The Games are billed as entertainment, but they're reminders of who has the power."

"Wow, that's very unfortunate," Bod said sincerely. "And it sounds like any sort of disobedience wouldn't be tolerated. Which means there's no possible way to avoid this fate of yours."

"You're completely right," she said, a little impressed at how well he'd understood immediately. "Next Friday is my last day on the island. Then I go home to be reaped and then to the arena." She cleared her throat, and added, "I'm not anticipating coming back, so I certainly hope this pie is good, since I'm unlikely to try for a repeat next fall or anything."

"I'm so sorry," Bod said, frowning and looking down at the counter. The cooking staff rung the order up and he carefully set the plate of pie down in front of her.

"Was this always going to happen?" he asked, handing her a fork. "It was a predetermined fate?"

"Sort of," Katniss said carefully, taking the fork. "I competed in the Games last year after my sister's name was drawn, and I went in her place. But this year is unprecedented. It's sort of an all-stars tournament of previous winners."

"And there's little possibility of a change in the regime?" Bod asked, frowning still. "It's hard to think an entire group of people can want the deaths of others for entertainment."

"We're working on it, but the Capitol citizens love it," Katniss offered with a humorless little smile. "Their children don't have to compete."

"I'm very sorry," he said and felt stupid because there wasn't something more he could do. "I want to say good luck and I hope you do well but it almost seems...misplaced because others will have to die for that."

She shrugged a shoulder. "I just need a little luck," she admitted. "Only enough to get my partner home. I should be able to manage that." She slanted a look at him, and added, "...if you had an interest in watching, you could, by the way. We're hacking the signal so my, um, friends can...watch."

Watch her die, that is. Cheery.

"Watch you compete in a fight to the death?" Bod asked, sounding more thoughtful than anything. "I'd...be interested, yes, as long as watching doesn't harm you in anyway since I get the feeling that hacking isn't legal."

"Professor Skywalker did it," Katniss said, shaking her head. "I trust him not to leave a trace. I have a fair audience, at this point."

"I would rather you not die at all but yes, I'd like to watch if I'm able," Bod said, half smiling. He'd just hope for a miracle. "It won't be the same as seeing you here but yes, I'd like to watch."

"I'll be in contact before I leave to give you the dates, then," she said with a nod. "Brace yourself. They're...grisly."

"I understand," Bod said, nodding. "I've seen my fair share of grisly things. I've been involved with them as well. I'll be prepared, I promise."

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Lisa, it's your birthday! Happy birthday, Lisa!

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