Truthfully, there's very little in the world that Johanna wants--in this world, or in Panem--it doesn't matter. District 7 is not the poorest, but it isn't known for any particular wealth, either. The gifts she receives, they remind her of the sponsors during the Games--but Johanna's status as Victor also guarantees privileges that she neither wants nor takes advantage of. All of it comes with a price.
But Kate's offer is different. A little smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, first. That's the best part, Kate not knowing what she's really said. There was a small moment where it seemed as if she might, but--no.
And there's answers that she could give--answers that might stir things up a little more, mess with her head--but does she actually want to teach her anything? The current arrangement is just fine, for Johanna. She gets a laugh, an a fight. Why not?
"Who says I want to teach you anything?" She folds her arms over her chest, her hip cocked--and gets a proper look at Kate's face, the narrow close gaze. "What's that look for."
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But Kate's offer is different. A little smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, first. That's the best part, Kate not knowing what she's really said. There was a small moment where it seemed as if she might, but--no.
And there's answers that she could give--answers that might stir things up a little more, mess with her head--but does she actually want to teach her anything? The current arrangement is just fine, for Johanna. She gets a laugh, an a fight. Why not?
"Who says I want to teach you anything?" She folds her arms over her chest, her hip cocked--and gets a proper look at Kate's face, the narrow close gaze. "What's that look for."