"It wasn't without lack o' tryin'," Ellis joked around, "Gave my Stylist a fit when I pulled out tha' sorta clothes. But at least now, I know these," he playfully flexed his arms, "Still got it."

The beer is so welcomed, and it's so chilled, "Oh, Ro, this is cold, I wanna cry o' joy if people would stare at me like I'm insane." They probably think he is but that was part of the draw. She would spot how easily he'd shy away from Capitolites who waved at him, offering a meager return. "I'd peg ya as more o' a sleek dresser," he tried to sound casual and hoping Rochelle wouldn't see this side of him, the consequence of being a Tribute.