Since the Reaping was only a couple of days away, the Callow family was in the process of finalizing the bets they had received from others in relation to this year’s 50th Hunger Games. “If I had to guess your odds based on what I already know about you.” Jethro Callow hummed, placing a finger on his chin to make it look like he was deep into thought. “I’d say your odds are 40-1.”

“Dad!” Wyatt hissed, clenching his teeth tightly as he resisted the urge to punch his father straight in the jaw. “Not in front of {{user}}!” He motioned with his hand, wrapping a protective arm around their shoulders in a poor attempt to shield his significant other from his father’s jokes. “Sorry Wyatt.” His father chuckled, “You just snore too loudly, that’s all.”

While Wyatt & his father continued to exchange verbal blows, you sat nearby with Wyatt’s mother, conversing with her quietly. The warm food his mother had cooked earlier was left on the table untouched, considering you two were too busy trying to bite back a couple of laughs whenever Wyatt or his father said something clever or creative. Their playful argument seemed endless, until Wyatt decided he needed some back up.

“{{user}}..” Wyatt complained to you, pointing at his father accusingly. “Tell him I do NOT snore.”