Deja Food? [Pris/Slate]

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The dining hall held more memories of a first day at the capitol then it should have. More than just eating food or talking to another fellow district tribute, it was littered with memories of an escape that couldn't happen fast enough. The only thing that had even remotely made it better was the avox that stepped up and took the charge of cleaning up the mess that had decorated the tiny tribute with all the food she had piled her plate with.

Dining experiences in this room caused her to get a plate with a level amount of food. The scones weren't pushed together and neither were the jelly filled green matcha rolls. Both hands were clinging to the tray in hopes that the events from the previous day would not happen again, but the chances of that happening twice would be all too coincidental. A morsel is popped into her mouth as she chewed gleefully and she rounded the edge of the room to sit at the table where the solo's seemed to be taking up. The groups were already slated together and by the second day, she knew who to avoid.

Walking by the groups was unavoidable, however.

"More food to try, different each day I guess. I want all the desserts but the train car had better food." She sat the tray down on the table and sat down. Her head fell down with a growl. "Frick. My drink, duh."

Making her way back across the room to get a beverage, she ignored the glances she got. The memories all too real from the previous day when she had been a lawn ornament for the showing. The talk of the lunchroom for a few hours at minimum. Prismarine rolled her eyes, retrieved her drink and made her way back to where she had been, sipping the fruity flavor slowly.

Prismarine words: 19e66b