He was nervous. You were supposed to be back with his father’s old dress shirt by now, you were a tailor and worked for a woman named Fabrica at some store.

But you weren’t back yet and he was supposed to be at the Reaping soon. So he decided to wander about the house mindlessly yet anxiously to try and calm his nerves.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge only to be greeted by something in a jar. He opened it and furrows his brows slightly.

Had grandma’am finally decided to try and cook something up? Was it even edible?

He chose the latter and closed the jar again, placing it back in the fridge.

He was still nervous and anxious. Clearly.

Then he heard you, his cousin, come inside the house and walk towards the kitchen.

He immediately walked into the dining room to meet you with an anxious look in his eyes.