So he's one of those. Not that it takes much to figure it out. Capitolites tend to come in a few varieties, in Joel's experience. There are the celebrity worshipers who don't even seem to be aware the arenas are real. Then there are the patronizing ones who like to think if they're nice enough the Tributes will start to accept things. And then there are the petty tyrants, who just like to gloat over every bit of power they have.

Joel doesn't react to the remark, except to turn his back on Jason to focus on the steak sizzling away. The food is way more interesting than this chump.

"Guess you'd have to ask them," he says vaguely. He doesn't know or care, and if Jason was expecting to get some kind of rise out of him, he's sorely mistaken.