Anna of Arendelle, certified Disney Princess and lover of things small and soft, has never actually heard of a tribble. But from the posters she's been seeing all over the Capitol, they sound sort of nice--whatever they are. So on a free day, she finds herself taking the elevator all the way to the top floor of the Tribute Center, traipsing into the commons with a curious look on her face. She feels awkward being in here, and it shows, but only until the moment she sees the pile of tribbles, and then her eyes light up, and she rushes forward to kneel down next to the pile, cooing softly.
"Oh, my goodness." She's already piled two of them into her arms before she glances up at Signless. "They don't have these where I'm from." She nuzzles her cheek into a spotted one. "Did you make them?"
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"Oh, my goodness." She's already piled two of them into her arms before she glances up at Signless. "They don't have these where I'm from." She nuzzles her cheek into a spotted one. "Did you make them?"