"No purple skin and horns for you. It's never going to look as natural as it does on the trolls."

He waves a hand and the Avox all but flies over to the kitchen, taking the dishes from the rack and placing them in a cabinet that will whisk them to the Avox workroom downstairs, deep in the guts of the building where the Tributes aren't allowed.

"I get a paycheck. If you win, I might get a bonus, or even promoted to one of the Career Districts. I got a family to support, so believe it or not, I actually like getting paid."

See, Beth. Win an Arena and you can inflict him on District One or something.