"Are you flirting with me?" Temple asks, batting her lashes and grinning, then giggling, a little deep into her cups now. She knows Porrim isn't, but it's a comfortable way to be, a little vivacious spark making eyes at greater fires rather than the cinders she knows herself to be.

"I was hoping so, but I wouldn't want rumor to get out that I'm crass." If only because it means something different coming from a Districter than a Capitolite, and Temple hates it when people are reminded that she's the former.