"There was a war, then the Capitol ruled, Districts rebelled, one died, twelve remain, now we have to send tributes to the Games every year." Stated so plainly, one might miss the fact that the Games had an ominous ring to it.

This wasn't helped by the fact that Thresh was starting to experiment with his food, and dipped a fry into his milkshake, to see if he liked it that way.

"You?"