She's smart, even if she doesn't always realize it. Thoughtful, in an uncanny, unsettling sort of way. It's a way that he's only considered and never perfected. Perhaps if he had bothered to consider pragmatism over ideals like this before, the barricade would have been slightly less of a failure. For the second time in the week, he got the sense that he had been an unworthy chief. He wouldn't make the same mistakes again.

"Very well, provisions it is." Their ankles slide against each other again, and he blushes. It's easy to pass it off as the cold air.

"They also couldn't want us to see this." He casts a long look back at the party and its active debate. "It undermines the Capitol's position that everything in Panem runs smoothly, and that the people are truly happy with the status quo."