Mary and Finnick (with Clark)
Clark didn't have much control of his hands and arms yet, but his grasping reflex was strong and he gripped her finger tightly.
Finnick nodded at her suggestions. "Thanks, I'll try one of them next time there's bad weather or I have time to kill." He'd never been much of a reader, but there had been times, like during the first rain storm, when he had been very bored and would have loved something to read to pass the time.
"He seems to like you." Finnick smiled at them both. "You're a natural with him. Are you thinking of having one of your own?"