trinkett | Sixth Dispatch

[Since her return, Effie hasn't been up to talking over the journals. Mostly she's been listening and trying to recover -- locked away in Katniss's house until Jack Horner returned, and then locked away in Horner's house. She hasn't wanted to be around people -- not with her face and much of her body still sporting some pretty vicious-looking scars.

In Capitolista culture, scars are just about the death-knell to any self-respecting woman's social life, career -- you name it.

Today, though, she is going to venture out to pick up some walnut-free cookies for Jack and some clementines for Clementine and some romance novels for herself. Bodice-rippers. Real smutty, steamy stuff that's perfect for escapism, even if one can only escape for a few hours per book. It's worth it.

Find her at the library and the grocery store. She will be wearing a cloak pulled almost all the way over her face, a scarf around the lower half of her face, and elbow-length gloves; tall boots and tights cover any evidence of violence on her legs. She's trying not to draw attention to herself, though she is wearing complete make-up and bright green wig.]

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"Those fruit snacks are made of hooves you know."

This is Effie being helpful, Aang. She's still shocked at how bald you are.

"Oh no!" He quickly shoves them back into the shelf. "I was afraid of accidentally eating animals ever since I found what's in marshmallows. But I thought fruit snacks would be safe..."

"No! They're NOT safe!" Effie tries to help by pushing them even further back on the shelf, knocking some other stuff down as a result. "Barely anything is safe! You should know that by now, young man!"

"Sorry! I'm learning!" He admires her concern though. Her very... extreme concern. "Do you know more than? About... what things are safe? I mean, some dairy is still okay for me..."

"Dairy?!" The word explodes like the harsh cloud of gas and dust that erupts from an ancient mummy's chest after an archaeologist prods too pointedly.

"Y-yeah," he says, eyes widening uncertainly at that very unusual exclamation. "Why, what's wrong with that?"

"From everything I understand, dairy can be EASILY tampered with! Or...wait. I found this earlier."

She holds something up. Something in a bag. Milk. Bagged milk.

"I am reasonably sure the safety seals on this are sound."

"But who would..."

He stops and focuses on what she's holding. That is certainly... a bag of milk. But Aang doesn't seem particularly put off by it. "Really? I never tried seal's milk before, but it's from the kind that's safe, I'll definitely give it a try!"

Wait what?

"It's cow's milk!"

Packaged the Canadian way!

"Really? But I always wondered what seal milk tasted like. Oh well, I'll still try it! Cows are good at milk."

"I would assume seal's milk tastes fishy." She held out the bag of milk toward Aang. "Which might do in some sort of chowder, but not for any other purpose, surely!"

"Really? I guess that makes sense." He accepts the bag and examines it more closely. "This milk'll have to do!"

"TRY to enjoy it," she admonished. "I recommend it poured over breakfast cereal."

"I'll definitely have it with some cereal! What's your favorite cereal?"

Oh, God. What was her favorite cereal?! She reached up on the shelf and took down the most eye-catching box.

Lucky Charms.

"THESE look colorfully nutritious!"

He brightens up at that.

"They do! They look so good! ...But do they got any animals in them?"

"Have. Do they HAVE any animals in them." She checked the front of the box. "I see no animals here..."

"Have...?" He's not really sure what she's getting at. But he shakes his head. "I mean, like, little bits of them. Sokka told me once that marshmallows have some kinda... gelatin in them that's made from animal parts."