fine dining | izzabel&georgie
Oct 5, 2024 5:22:20 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Oct 5, 2024 5:22:20 GMT -5
Georgie Cham.
”Sue Flay?” Georgie raises a small white porcelain pot that is filled with an eggy dessert. Other than the name soufflé, she has no idea what it is and the avox that is serving the desserts can’t really explain it either. Georgie just plonks it on her tray next to the plate filled with steak and vegetables. Life is short, may as well try everything that has never touched her tastebuds before.
During breakfast, she sat with D’Arcy but now it is dinnertime, and she wants a change of scenery.
Who she really wants to sit with are the gamemakerrs and the Capitol officially, whoever can assure her that they will patch up any deadly wound like they did her dad, and she will be on her way home with blood still pumping from her heart. So far, nobody has been able to confirm that. There’s not even been a little hint of it in the Training Center, the first aid stuff is all standard, no miracle life saving procedures. Surely someone in this high-tech building knows who brought Parson Cham back to life, and all the 22 others during the 80th. She just needs assurance.
But she is not going to find it in the dining hall.
All she finds is an empty seat opposite the girl from District Eight. Lizzy or Izzy or something, she has not memorized all the names yet. Georgie drops her tray on the table, the cutlery rattles and a little gravy sauce spills off her plate. ”I hope nobody is sitting here,” She says as she gets comfortable in the seat. ”Because I am now.”
Georgie shovels a few baby potatoes and green beans into her mouth, she asks a question before the food is fully chewed. ”Have you been in the library yet? It is so easy to get lost in there!”