If anything, Rodeo sounded even more attached to his sister (wherever she was) than Willa was to Cal. The instinct to find out more about her had nothing to do with her investigation, it was an honest curiosity. She held her tongue as he turned the mention of Miss Hawkins back around to Mr. Davidson, biding her time.
"It's not a grudge," Willa denies, gently shaking her head and prompting her hair to shake over her shoulder as she lifts the pot and moves inside her trailer, leaving the door open for Rodeo and Sweet Melissa to follow. "I love him, if I didn't I would've hid it, or said we weren't close. I wanted you to know, since I know y'all hate pretty much everyone living in the Capitol, and if it comes down to a choice between him or any of you - even Bode - the answer is him. I sure as fuck don't want to let him be the one in charge of how I live my life, but I'm also sure I'll go back in and see him at some point."
This is the part she's more familiar with; even though it's been more than a decade since finishing school she still knows how to dissect a bird, where to find the joints to remove the feet, emptying the offal and intestines into a bowl. "How much older are you?" is the only question Willa allows herself for right now. Her hands are sturdy with the chef's knife pulled from the block, finally rinsing everything including the cleaned chicken, inside and out, and setting the bird on a plate inside the refrigerator before scrubbing thoroughly with soap. Just because the plan to convince Rodeo of the essential benefits of animal husbandry has been abandoned doesn't mean the rest of the meal needs to be; besides, the bird will only get more tender the longer it's left to cool.