[ katniss has different priorities than most people her age, teenagers who were born into worlds that weren't falling apart around them. jack gave her something homemade - he made it with his own two hands. katniss can't imagine anything better.
she reaches up to ruffle jack's hair gently, unsure whether she should be touching him more or less. ]
I'll use it all the time.
[ she means that too. she's going to go everywhere with this spoon. ]
[ he's getting used to small touches from Katniss and Hiccup with all the time they've spent together, but that doesn't mean he'll ever be less sensitive to it; he leans into her hand even as she simply ruffles his hair, pushing up into the touch like a cat. this, at least, is something he can cope with by now. the kiss can be fretted over later when he's alone. ]
Okay, well, good luck eating a steak with that thing. [ the daze must be clearing, because he manages a smile now, small and crooked. ] Make sure I get to see that.
[ the funny thing is that katniss doesn't consider herself a person who's comfortable with touch. but jack's made her reconsider that stance quite a bit, considering how jittery he gets. but she can at least understand where he's coming from. ]
I'll work something out. [ you just try and see whether you can stop her. ] Knife in one hand, spoon in the other.
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she reaches up to ruffle jack's hair gently, unsure whether she should be touching him more or less. ]
I'll use it all the time.
[ she means that too. she's going to go everywhere with this spoon. ]
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Okay, well, good luck eating a steak with that thing. [ the daze must be clearing, because he manages a smile now, small and crooked. ] Make sure I get to see that.
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I'll work something out. [ you just try and see whether you can stop her. ] Knife in one hand, spoon in the other.