[Meulin arrives in something a little more modest than he last saw her in, though a great deal more green. Fancy handwritten notes demanded fancier clothes obviously. Though really, she just missed having any reason to wear the nicer clothes in her closet. Even this wasn't something she could have worn to anything special.
But clothing choices aside, she knocks--waits, and then peeks her head inside with the air of someone unsure if this is infringing on privacy or expected behavior. If there's nothing she'd learned in her year around the tributes, it was that different cultures had vastly different expectations. ]
Hello?
[As she makes her way inside, a small basket dangling from her arm becomes visible. It looks like it's made of seagrass and holds a few fruits. Her personal delight in the ease of gathering food was to be shared]
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But clothing choices aside, she knocks--waits, and then peeks her head inside with the air of someone unsure if this is infringing on privacy or expected behavior. If there's nothing she'd learned in her year around the tributes, it was that different cultures had vastly different expectations. ]
Hello?
[As she makes her way inside, a small basket dangling from her arm becomes visible. It looks like it's made of seagrass and holds a few fruits. Her personal delight in the ease of gathering food was to be shared]