Amanda & Finnick
Finnick nodded. "Sewing takes a lot of fine motor skill and a lot of practice. Most of the people I know who are really good at it started to learn as children. I think it might be easier with the machine, though, and certainly faster. That's the part I'd be the most interested in learned someday. But yes, there are so many people here with so many different skills, I'm sure we can all learn from each other."
"The house is coming along." He sighed "It's not quite done yet. We've had a few setbacks, but we still have plenty of time, and it should be done well before the baby comes." At least he hoped so. They had plenty of other things to do to get ready for the baby after the house was done.
The defining competitive event of Finnick's life had taken place several years earlier, when he was fourteen, and it had been a gradual process for him to realize that not all competition was life and death like the games had been. "I was competitive in everything. If I lost a race I would make my brothers race me again until I won." He laughed, "But now that I'm grown up I'm trying to convince myself that life isn't a race."