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[Scout is in the garage, with cars visible behind her. Her voice echoes off the garage walls a little. She seems cheerful, but sharp viewers might pick up on some nervousness.]

Hello, Knights. It's the new squire with the long name. You can call me Scout.

I'm here because I want to learn how to drive a car. Now, I've done my homework. I know here it's only legal if you're seventeen or above. Where I'm from we don't keep such strict track of people's ages, so I don't know exactly how old I am. It could be sixteen, could be seventeen. The point is I don't have a birthdate here or identification to point to it on, so I'm not sure any of the local driving schools would accept me - besides, they're a bit far away.

'Course, I'm not a total stranger to this. I was trained in how to handle vehicles of roughly similar size and shape, though with completely different performances. I've studied the Highway Code and I know what does what from the driver's seat. Your Internet's been useful.

But it can't substitute for experience. Is there anyone around HQ who'd mind helping me out? [She smiles.]

PACKAGE/CALL | TO/FROM FINNICK ODAIR

[socialgraces]

WHO || Francesca and Finnick Odair [Open or Closed?]
WHAT || Finnick gets a package in the mail.
WHERE || Knights HQ -> New Orleans, LA, USA
WHEN || May 8
HOW || Actionspam

[A plain looking FedEx box arrives at the hotel for Finnick and inside is a more colorful and decorated box, tied with a ribbon. When he opens the package he finds a copious display of a variety of cookies and a note reading:] I had an over-abundance of sweets and knew just who to share them with. Hope these find your well and successful on your first mission. Keep in touch. ~ Francesca