Kate rolls her eyes at Finnick and shoves him lightly in the shoulder. "First of all, you're nowhere near as cute as William." Which is kind of a lie. Finnick's bitching hot, but completely attached and she's...whatever she is. "Second of all, I'm really not a good cook. He's just easy to please."

But she takes out enough bread and cheese and butter for a couple of sandwiches. It's something to do. "And Annie's...got you wrapped around her little finger," she teases, eyes as bright as they have been (during the day) since Declan left.