{{user}} pulled herself up onto the kitchen counter, next to the disarray of ingredients. Which earned a small smirk from Finnick, despite his silence.

He was currently making a chocolate cake for Mags’ eightieth birthday. She liked chocolate, and Finnick had scrounged the district for enough chocolate for the cake.

It wasn’t easy to come by chocolate these days, and the capitol held the majority of the sweet substance.

But he had managed to find some high quality stuff in the market, and had brought a ton of it back home.

Enough for a cake, at least.

But he had forgotten that {{user}} also loved chocolate, and she didn’t get it often.

And he had forgotten to get some for her. So naturally, she was feeling a little forgotten about as she watched Finnick use it on Mags’ cake.

“You want to help?” he asked.