What do you do for work when you need extra money?

[He asks quietly but confidently, without pause. Today he isn't as cheerful at the last time he made a post. He's still worn out, but somehow he looks even more exhausted than he did before. He's scruffy, and there's something about him that seems haunted and hollowed-out despite the mild-mannered calm in his voice.

He's pulling his coat on as he talks, and heading out from his room into the hall.]

What's given freely is good, but it doesn't count for luxuries, so--

[Once in the hall he stops, looking confused. He turns around to look at his door: number 307 in Sigyn's Welcome Hall.]

...It moved.

[Rue's oddly thoughtful when she decides to use the bracelet again, though the serious image is probably ruined by the clumps of dough drying in her hair and the light coating of flour she seems to have acquired. Behind her, several piles of blackened or misshapen bread cover the kitchen counter.]

Do people always name things they create after themselves? What if I make something new but want to name it something else? I don't think "Rue bread" sounds very good.

[She frowns down at the floor, then remembers she had a reason for sending this out.]

One of the bakers here said there's something called pita bread. That means it's Peeta's, right? I want to make it for him when he comes back. [Rue smiles, looking very pleased about this.] But I'm not getting it right...

[Rue tugs on a strand of curly hair.] Can somebody help me?