Out of habit, Finnick covered his fork and spoon with his napkin before moving on to study District Thirteen's too-hard, too-dry bread. The food here could never be called inspiring, but today's boiled vegetables, unrecognizable protein, and bread had passed the point of bland and traveled into unappetizing.
"The gulls aren't going to take them, you know."
Finnick looked up at Annie. "My bread? That's too bad. They'd be doing me a favor."
She shook her head. "No, your silverware. There aren't any gulls here to steal it." Annie nodded towards his napkin, and Finnick had to smile.
"No, I suppose there aren't."
"And as for your bread, I know someone who would like seconds if you aren't going to eat it yourself." A few Thirteen residents scowled at him when he tossed her the roll, but Annie, seemingly oblivious to their disapproval, immediately tucked in.
"You like it?"
She shook her head, waiting until she'd swallowed to answer. "Not really, but I've been hungry enough lately to eat just about anything."
He wasn't surprised. When she'd escaped from the Capitol, her cheeks had been sunken and her ribs had stuck out from her torso. It was good to see her regaining some of what she'd lost under the Capitol's torture. "Then I'm glad there aren't seagulls to steal it from you."
"Me too." Annie smiled at him around another bite. "Though I would be fine with a bit more sunshine."
"Yeah, I think I could handle that and some heat to go with it."
Annie gestured towards her now-empty plate. "Seafood."
"Swimming."
"Afternoons out on the boats."
They fell into an uncomfortable silence that stretched between them for several minutes before Finnick finally said what they were both thinking. "I miss home."
"Me too," she admitted. Annie reached out and stroked his cheek, Finnick leaning into her touch. "Imagine how wonderful it'll be when we go back. We won't have to hide anymore. We'll be able to just be us."
He turned to kiss the palm of her hand. "I look forward to it very much, Mrs. Odair."
She smiled and pulled her hand away. "Now don't start with that just yet. You have to actually marry me first."
"Do I?" he teased.
Annie rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, you really do."
"I look forward to it then, Mrs. Odair."
"Don't make me regret agreeing to this." A playful shove caught him by surprise, but by the time he stopped himself from falling out of his seat and regained his balance, his attacker was too interested in what little remained of her roll to notice his mock glare.
A/N: Thanks to FinnieOdesta4ever for reviewing! This was based on a prompt I received on Tumblr "in district 13, finnick and annie talk about how they miss the ocean."