The thing about the elevator in the Compound is that Olive can't think of any earthly reason it should be there. Granted, this isn't, she's fairly certain, any version of earth she's familiar with, so reasons of that nature don't actually apply, but, in spite of knowing there's very little use in it, she continues looking for some measure of logic
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"Yeah. Probably. Well, if it makes you feel better Florida's gone? That's what it was called the little arm part, right?" He gestured, attempting to mimic the pennisula. "It's...not a happy place. This is better. Much better."
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"I'm Peeta by the way. And I think you're forgetting that another perk is that there's a...um. I think it's called a ferris wheel here. That's pretty cool."
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It's funny how knowing the stranger you're talking to is a guy your best friend's kissed changes things. At least, it makes you reevaluate what you've heard, but truth be told, it doesn't make much difference. Claire has solid taste and he seems like a nice guy. I mean, I'm firmly on her side no matter what, but I'm not about to hold it against him or Chris that they love other people. What I've heard, anyway. We can't always help that crap.
"Have you been on it?" Olive asked with a little groan of jealousy. "Ugh, lucky, I haven't yet, I so want to. I'm - I'm Olive, by the way, hi, it's nice to meet you. You're friends with Claire, right?" Whatever she would or would not hold against them, it was fully her duty to watch his reaction to Claire's name.
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