She had been about to ask him about his home, when he changed the subject in a sense. There were a few reasons why someone wouldn't want to talk about their home. The biggest one, here, seemed to be that life back home for them was terrible and horrific in ways no world should be. But the other was firmly in the field of being sad about not being home. Missing home. Missing a place that you considered to be a place of calming, of warmth, of memories.

Cindy had those feelings, at times. But then, her home was the world, and Bullfinch Street. Home was friends who knew you and the secrets you had to desperately keep quiet, here.

At least she never thought about that manor in the Homelands as home. Which in turn reminded her of the ball, and then the-- oh hell no. Cindy looked closely at Courfeyac, and decided that he wasn't Prince Charming. Which meant he was a much, much better guy then her ex.

"Travel around Panem?" Cindy asked, laughing softly. "I'm sorry, it's not you. You just got here! So you don't know." She leaned a little more, a hint more, against him.

"This is the first time any of the tributes-- us-- have been outside the Capitol. Not counting the arenas, of course." Of course, right? "Apparently they've changed some important things dealing with the new tributes and the victor ordeal." The way she said it hinted at much, much more. Would you like to hear more?