Written for Starvation: Toast. Written for people at school also.
Toast
Seeder, Enobaria, and Katniss sigh. "We'll leave you three alone then."
"Good idea," says Brutus. Peeta and Chaff nodded next to him. The three of them were all bakers along with fighters/agriculture pickers/shopkeepers. Lots of common subject.
The three women left their fellow victors. All the tributes of Two, Eleven, and Twelve were dead, and the Capitol were falling with shock as two Careers tripped over their feet and fell into mutt traps of fangirls.
Chaff sighed, and took out a bottle of beer. There wasn't a bottle unscrewer, so he asked Brutus and Peeta for help.
"Bite it off," suggested Brutus.
"Hey! I'm not Enobaria."
"Then pull the cap off."
"May be gory."
"If my grandma can do it, then you can."
"All hail the tofu cow!" screamed Chaff.
Peeta sighed as all the otter mentors face palmed into their coffee. "Let's bake, Chaff, Brutus."
"Tofu cow?" asked Chaff. "It's all the rage in the Capitol!"
Brutus ahemed. "I like toast idea more."
"Wanna hear my new hymn? Back in the good days of Panem, every kid had to pay 'em, and 'em was commas and hyphens, they needed the proper attentions...like the tofu cow…"
"Toast!" exclaimed Peeta. "Let's bake it!"
"Toast with our heads! To the tofu cow! Chaaaaaaf!"
By now Gloss was staring at them strangely. He picked up his cell phone, the new rage in the Capitol.
"We don't have that many brain cells to spare," remarks Peeta.
"Especially not you," adds Brutus.
"Wanna hear the rest of my hymn? So every kid in Panem had to pay attentions, or they get detentions, and then they must hail the tofu cow, and down they bow 'cause I said so and I'm cool..." Chaff sighs.
"Who taught you this info?" asks Brutus.
Chaff smiles. "The tooth fairy!"
"Really."
"Really."
"Let's make toast," adds Peeta.
"That's like the thousandth time you said that," remarks Brutus.
An awkward silence ensues. The doors of the room open and some Capitol people in waterproof coats with hoses run in. Then some Peacekeepers come in followed by paramedics.
"We seek to arrest Chaff Astley," a Peacekeeper announces.
"What did I do wrong?" exclaims Chaff.
"We received a call from a number traced to here," explains a paramedic.
Chaff stares at the rest of he mentors. "Who betrayed me?" he asks. Gloss looks away.
"And besides, my name is Haymitch, not Chaff!" fibs Chaff.
"Identity theft!" accuses Haymitch. "And so he must be arrested?"
"I'm your drinking buddy!" complains Chaff.
"Too bad. My safety is more important than a bidding piece of tofu." Haymitch
was obviously drunk.
"This is cute," says the paramedic. "But we must arrest Chaff Astley. He will be in jail for a year until the next Games when he must mentor again. He will be fed on tofu and vodka."
"Vodka of the tofu cow!" cheers Chaff.
"I meant apple juice."
"Aw muffin!"
The Peacekeeper continues a the paramedic runs of of cake and face palms. "We will also arrest Brutus Fariton and Peeta Mellark for accompanying Chaff Astley. Their punishment is a year in jail, until he next Games, when they will mentor. Now come along."
The trio of Brutus, Chaff, and Peeta trudges along in the chains put on them. Brutus sighs.
"We should have made toast," he sighs.
"TOAST WITH OUR HEADS! TO THE TOFU COW!" Chaff screams. He clinks against Peeta's cranium. Peeta cringes.
"Your sentence is now five years on jail with time outs for mentoring," says the
Peacekeeper calmly.