Rather than pull off her own piece of bread, Annie reached instead to imperiously pluck a bit from what Finnick had in his hand, her chin lifted.
"I guess you'll just have to make it up to me," she told him, and popped the bit of bread into her mouth with a smile. Mags wagged a playful finger Finnick's way with a look that seemed to say that he should have known better—About the presents, or Annie, or both.
Of course, maintaining a haughty facade was nigh on impossible for Annie, and she was instantly back to smiling at Finnick's mother with a little crinkle of her nose when the woman turned back toward the table.
"Whatever's for dinner smells nice," Annie said. "I don't know if my mom said anything, but thank you for the care packages. It was all really good."
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Date: 2014-03-05 04:01 am (UTC)"I guess you'll just have to make it up to me," she told him, and popped the bit of bread into her mouth with a smile. Mags wagged a playful finger Finnick's way with a look that seemed to say that he should have known better—About the presents, or Annie, or both.
Of course, maintaining a haughty facade was nigh on impossible for Annie, and she was instantly back to smiling at Finnick's mother with a little crinkle of her nose when the woman turned back toward the table.
"Whatever's for dinner smells nice," Annie said. "I don't know if my mom said anything, but thank you for the care packages. It was all really good."