She laughs at the joke, and it's real. Maybe because she's just so pleased to see Cyrus, or maybe she thinks it's funny (it's the former). But all she cares about is that she doesn't feel flustered, like when she talks to the Tributes, or sad like when Jason was here, and it's enough to make her not care at all about anything else.

"It must be on our end, since we're the ones picking! I'm not about to get in that Arena because of my skirt, so you better get on fixing that, Cyrus!" she teases, white teeth shining as she beams. One hand falls to her knee as she looks at him, her pink nails with their three-dimensional bow pieces matching the color of her dress almost exactly.

"So tell me, tell me, how are things with you?"