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[enterpainment]

[filtered away from alan and mae | so hackable it's barely even a filter]

So... magic. I've heard a lot about it here, and I was wondering... what's magic in everyone else's world like? Dangerous, or common, or... er, not so common? It's a universal word, but it seems to mean a lot of different things.

I was just... curious.

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... I think I'm cursed.

Well, not the kind of curse that usually goes on here, but actually cursed. I swear three toasters this week have disappeared! One minute they were in the kitchen, and the next they'd just gone. Either I'm living in a sentient apartment that eats toasters, or I have an... an anti-toaster curse on me. Or maybe the toasters are alive. It's all probably possible, in a place like this.

All I want is toasted bread in the morning! Apparently that is too much to ask for.

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[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Why, what does your family do?

[Peeta is slicing a loaf of bread in the slicer - this is for Jamie]

[enterpainment]

Well, my mum's a lawyer. She spends most of her time at work, so I suppose it doesn't leave much room for knowing how to cook.

[He doesn't mention his father. Ever since their divorce, and his estrangement, it's become almost a habit not to.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

We don't have a lot of those where I'm from.

[enterpainment]

Really? Why not?

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

We don't have a lot of call for lawyers, that's all.

[He's arranging the bread in one of the small (compared to the big ovens in the back) moving toasters and letting it through]

[enterpainment]

Not much call for the law to be upheld or something? Or does everyone just think lawyers are too boring?

[Jamie's watching the process with fascination. It's like a Super Toaster. And he has enough trouble with the tiny versions.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

No, it's just...it's sort of in the middle of nowhere, the place I live.

[enterpainment]

Oh. Right. Where I come from, Exeter, is sort of that way, too. Except everything's rather close together in England, so London's not far away.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[There's no England where Peeta's from but he doesn't say that. Instead he picks out pieces of toast from the other side of the toaster and plates them]

We're really isolated. Here.

[enterpainment]

[Jamie's face lights up. Toast! His lost love!] Thank you!

[He is so excited that he starts nomming without actually... having anything on the toast, but he stops after a few seconds.] Oh, right, how much do I owe you for the bread?

[Mae brought him up to be polite, honest.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

An orange.

[enterpainment]

[Jamie, a piece of toast in his mouth, digs around in his wallet. He is still not used to the strange multi-coloured currency. But... aha!]

Right, hwere you gho. [Yes, he said that around the toast.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[A grin]

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