Yes in this chapter they talk about sammiches, because my ex-beta now Consultant told me that Wendy had to order people around.
I only own Wendy.
"Hey Finnick, go make me a sammich." I wrote on my notepad, ordering Finnick as I plopped onto the couch.
"But, you were just up. Why couldn't you make yourself a sammich?" he asked me.
"Because I like your sammiches." I said.
"You've never had one of my sammiches." Finnick had a point; he's probably never made a sammich in his life.
"Well, let's fix that. Go make me a sammich." I ordered.
"Finnick this is Wendy you're talking to, just go make her a damn sammich." Gale interjected.
"No, why don't you go make her one?"
"She didn't ask me to." I never asked Gale for food.
"You wouldn't make me a sammich even if I was dying of starvation." I pointed out.
"Yes I would." Gale said.
"Well then you go make me a sammich." I ordered Gale.
"Are you dying of starvation?" Gale asked.
"Does it look like I'm dying of starvation?"
"Kind of." Said Gale.
"Well then go make me a sammich." I ordered him again.
"No, go make it yourself." He told me.
"No," I said reaching my arm out as if the sammich stuff would fly into my hand, "the stuff is way over there." The stuff was ten feet away. I noticed Finnick looking at us and trying not to laugh. "What are you looking at?" I asked.
"Two kids who are crazy about each other."
"No, no, no, we are not kids, we are children." Gale said which was kind of true saying as we had low maturity levels.
"Fine if two aren't going to make me a sammich I'll make one myself." I said getting up and walking over to our food. Of course as soon as I get up who steals my seat? Gale. So what do I do after I'm done making my sammich? Sit on Gale and put my feet on Finnick. Gale wrapped his arms around me and Finnick went in for my feet. "If you move my feet I will kick you." I told him honestly.
"No you won't." Finnick doubted me.
"Yes she will." Gale spoke from experience.
"She's kicked you before?" Finnick asked.
"Many, many… many times." Let's admit it Gale was my personal punching bag.
"On second thought, I like your feet on me." He said deciding not to get kicked.
"I knew you did." I said. Finnick started growling and muttering under his breath, so I kicked him lightly in the thigh.
"What the Hell?" he asked.
"I didn't do anything," I said looking at him with an innocent face, "what are you smoking?"
Okay I know this chapter doesn't have much to do with a plot it's just more for fun obviously. Also two more things; one, Finnick isn't smoking anything it's a figure of speech, two, I have yet another new Hunger Games story called 60 Seconds go read it!