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[furgood]

Meulin Leijon
7752 Sweet Tea Alley
1334 Pound Cake Lane

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[furgood]

Bread, fish, maybe I'll throw in some fresh fruit and vegetables to give you the full District Four scavenging experience. [Her smile is teasing] But is your bread purroper bread?

[devoutish]

I dunno, what's proper bread?

[furgood]

Well I like mine with the little bits of seaweed. So a little salty, a little briny, with sweet butter on it. Maybe some fruit preserves. So you get sweet and salty, it's so nice...

[devoutish]

Butter and fruit, yes. Seaweed, no. I suppose that's not proper bread, is it.

[He sits back down and grabs a scone for himself.]

[furgood]

Meowbe for you. Not for me. It's just what I grew up with honestly. They had this fluffy white crusty bread in the Capitol. It was pretty delicius in its own right.

[devoutish]

"Meowbe". Really?

[Look, he has to comment on that one; it's a lot more pronounced than the other puns.]

[furgood]

Don't hate. I am who I am. [grin ] It's a habit really.

[devoutish]

Well, I can make fluffy bread. I'd like to see about getting the ingredients to make challah, as well, but I'll need egg for that.

[furgood]

I'm pretty sure that someone has eggs. I've never heard of challah but I love trying new things!

[devoutish]

It's special. We eat it on holidays. Tell you what, if I whip up a loaf I'll bring some by.

[furgood]

You should. [She beams and leans in, elbows on her knees] I don't know when your holidays are. Do you? Time is so weird

[devoutish]

Zephyr was able to tell me the day of the week, and we've got one holiday that goes from Friday night to Saturday night. But the rest--

[He stretches his legs out with a sigh.]

No, they wouldn't work on this calendar.

[furgood]

Oh, I'm sorry. Would the seasons help with that sort of time keeping? [Pause ] We do have seasons, right? It's not summer all the time?

[devoutish]

Yeah, there are seasons. The seasons would tell me around when a holiday should be, but not exactly.

[He adds, sounding just slightly defensive:]

And that's important.

[furgood]

[She nods but looks a little disappointed that this didn't help.]

I'm sorry then. I...well are you still going to try to celebrate them?

[devoutish]

Not unless I can find my own calendar here and figure out how it matches up. I'd need an English calendar as well; I haven't got mine completely memorized.

[He gives a grumpy little grunt.]

It's been insinuated - by others, right, not by you - that knowing the seasons and approximate dates should be good enough; that I'm just being picky and quibbling over details that aren't important by insisting that I need to know the exact dates. But those details are important, to me. Our calendar's old, very old, and so are most of the holidays. Celebrating them on the same days they should be celebrated on, the way we have been for generations and generations and fucking generations, and the way my family would be at home - that matters, you see?

[furgood]

I understand. No. Well I don't really. I don't have traditions like that. [She settles her hands in her lap, glancing down at them ] But I can understand the sentiment. It's important because not just because of what it's for but how it's always been. Doing things for the people who came before you, because it means more because of them? And you doing them means more because they did.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He sighs.]

Yes, that's it.

[furgood]

I'm sorry other people don't understand.

[She fiddles with what's left of her cookie, breaking off little bits of the layer and nibbles it.]

When do you make the challah bread? Is it for any particular holiday?

[devoutish]

Most of 'em, really. Shabbat, too, and that's once a week.

[furgood]

When is the next one? I have honestly no idea what day of the week it is at this point.

[devoutish]

Today's Wednesday. Have you got those same days where you're from? Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...?

[furgood]

[She laughs ]

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, yes. So Wednesday today. Noted.

[devoutish]

If you can tell me where I can get some eggs, there'll be a loaf in it for you.

[furgood]

Um, I know I've seen some chickens....Aletheia? The one who lives in a tree, that one. [She wrinkles her nose] I know I've seen other ones but I'm still meeting most people! But--[She leans forward, elbows on her knees and chin propped in her hands] Why don't you bring your bread and I'll make something and we can trade traditional foods.