on an upcoming event at Abax and plans for dear Finnick :'|

[insecrets]

 ... She's going to punch her way through my chest. And then I will come back blind for a week. You and I, mundane, should have a sweet, private conversation on the sorts of torture I approve of.

[A long, painful silence.] At least Johanna will be safe.

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[insecrets]

Neither am I, Katniss.

[effective]

[She makes a non-committal sound and then changes the subject]

'Sweet, private conversation'?

[insecrets]

[He shrugs.] I can be very persuasive.

[effective]

[Wrinkling her nose. You're so gross, Finnick]

[insecrets]

[He grins.]