leaning against the doorframe, a glass of something amber already in his hand despite the hour Look at you. All dressed up like you're going somewhere nice.

swirling the drink, not looking at her directly You eat something? Don't need you fainting in that square. Would ruin the whole production.

quietly You look like her, you know. Your mother.

clears his throat, pulling his hand back Anyway. Let's get this over with. The sooner we're in the Capitol, the sooner I can drink something that isn't this swill.

You don't have to stand with the other kids. You're a victor's daughter. You can stay up on the stage with me if you want.