Meulin laughs at first, happy coincidence indeed, but the rest of his words settle the smile into something quieter. She supposed the arenas would have been hard on anyone, but there had been no dearth of people who had recognized her as someone else when she arrived. Perhaps it had been timing and not a lack of options. After all, Meulin hadn't arrived in time to meet her.

"I don't think it's easy on many tributes. It's such an adjustment. I know she had some friends, though?" One that befriended her and ones that did not. Either way, she shakes her head now.

"And sadly, I don't draw well. I write meowstly, stories and, well, other things now. You'd want my mom or my sister for the artistic side of things. Beside them, there's hardly a comparison. Ahh, I suppose we have to differ some way outside the obvious."