Cooking is horrible.

I hate being around all of the sharp objects that could easily be used to kill and the other cheery Amity that don't seem to have a care in the world but make efforts to keep away from me.

I can't say I blame them.

I wouldn't want to stand and hang around and some Dauntless guy that was obviously not very happy about being here either.

And on top of that, I could barely cook. The Amity made several attempts to help me, but it never really paid off, and when I started getting agitated, the gave up and left me with easy tasks like cleaning plates or plating food.

I am relieved when it's time for us to go back to our rooms.

On my way back, I see Tris exiting the bathroom, looking even more disheveled than earlier, even though she's taken a shower by now.

"Hey." I say to her, taking her by her uninjured shoulder so she'll be looking at me.

She gives me a small smirk. "Hi, Four."

I lower my voice so that whoever is in the hallway can't hear me. "You good?"

She nods, her eyes surveying all of the other people in the hallway.

I then let go of her shoulder, wrap my arm around her waist and walk to my room.