"Eh," he shrugged. "I think we're from different 'dreams'." Not that he had met anyone from his own 'dream', yet. "Eleven's my home District, Capitol rules over the Districts."

Heat hadn't stopped Thresh from eating anything before, and it wasn't going to now. That said, the fry scalded his tongue, and he took a desperate sip of his milkshake to try and sooth the burn. "They're good."