Jason pauses on his notes, the skip of his pen coming to a sudden stop with a squeak. He raises an eyebrow; it seems bifurcated by the rim of his glasses. "Alright. That the only recipe you got?"

He jerks his head towards the Avox. "Add materials to the budget. Get a list of what she needs for it, but remember to go to the Seven-A for the flour, it's on discount. Take the funds out of this girl's makeup budget, Stig can do with a more plain-face look for her. If he complains he can take it up with me."

And Stig won't complain to Jason. Some people are appropriately scared. He turns back to Beth, one corner of his tight pulled tight like a purse-string.

"What is it you want? If you could get anything out of the Games..."