"Or at least give us some upward mobility. I suppose seniority's all we have to look forward to here." He takes another drink and then pulls off the lemon rind to chew on, barely wincing at how sour it is.

"I sure hope he doesn't insist on you calling him that. That's the kind of title you earn, and for sure not in an Arena."

Jason's smile doesn't seem natural on his face, as if those muscles are part of an ensemble he only ever pulls out for social gatherings and stuffs in a drawer the rest of the time. It's not dishonest, per se, but neither does it convey any actual humor, even as he tries to laugh about the picture of a Tribute wrassling a toaster. "At least I don't have a team delinquent enough to get their whole District blown off the map. I don't know if District Three's behavior contributed to that, but I sure don't mean to find out."