"Mouth first?!" Finnick laughs. He's never heard that expression.

He obeys her and gets up slowly, his muscles a little stiff from how tense they were before. He picks up one of the fuzzy blankets and wraps it around himself, sitting next to Sky near the fire. It's nice and warm, and also beautiful to watch.

He leans over, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Alright, teach me the ways of the s'more."