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My
quarters
are
larger
than
our
entire
house
back
home
.
They
are
plush
,
like
the
train
car
,
but
also
have
so
many
automatic
gadgets
that
I
'm
sure
I
wo
n't
have
time
to
press
all
the
buttons
.
The
shower
alone
has
a
panel
with
more
than
a
hundred
options
you
can
choose
regulating
water
temperature
,
pressure
,
soaps
,
shampoos
,
scents
,
oils
,
and
massaging
sponges
.
When
you
step
out
on
a
mat
,
heaters
come
on
that
blow-dry
your
body
.
Instead
of
struggling
with
the
knots
in
my
wet
hair
,
I
merely
place
my
hand
on
a
box
that
sends
a
current
through
my
scalp
,
untangling
,
parting
,
and
drying
my
hair
almost
instantly
.
It
floats
down
around
my
shoulders
in
a
glossy
curtain
.
I
program
the
closet
for
an
outfit
to
my
taste
.
The
windows
zoom
in
and
out
on
parts
of
the
city
at
my
command
.
You
need
only
whisper
a
type
of
food
from
a
gigantic
menu
into
a
mouthpiece
and
it
appears
,
hot
and
steamy
,
before
you
in
less
than
a
minute
.
I
walk
around
the
room
eating
goose
liver
and
puffy
bread
until
there
's
a
knock
on
the
door
.
Effie
's
calling
me
to
dinner
.
Good
.
I
'm
starving
.
Peeta
,
Cinna
,
and
Portia
are
standing
out
on
a
balcony
that
overlooks
the
Capitol
when
we
enter
the
dining
room
.
I
'm
glad
to
see
the
stylists
,
particularly
after
I
hear
that
Haymitch
will
be
joining
us
.
A
meal
presided
over
by
just
Effie
and
Haymitch
is
bound
to
be
a
disaster
.
Besides
,
dinner
is
n't
really
about
food
,
it
's
about
planning
out
our
strategies
,
and
Cinna
and
Portia
have
already
proven
how
valuable
they
are
.
A
silent
young
man
dressed
in
a
white
tunic
offers
us
all
stemmed
glasses
of
wine
.
I
think
about
turning
it
down
,
but
I
've
never
had
wine
,
except
the
homemade
stuff
my
mother
uses
for
coughs
,
and
when
will
I
get
a
chance
to
try
it
again
?
I
take
a
sip
of
the
tart
,
dry
liquid
and
secretly
think
it
could
be
improved
by
a
few
spoonfuls
of
honey
.
Haymitch
shows
up
just
as
dinner
is
being
served
.
It
looks
as
if
he
's
had
his
own
stylist
because
he
's
clean
and
groomed
and
about
as
sober
as
I
've
ever
seen
him
.
He
does
n't
refuse
the
offer
of
wine
,
but
when
he
starts
in
on
his
soup
,
I
realize
it
's
the
first
time
I
've
ever
seen
him
eat
.
Maybe
he
really
will
pull
himself
together
long
enough
to
help
us
.
Cinna
and
Portia
seem
to
have
a
civilizing
effect
on
Haymitch
and
Effie
.
At
least
they
're
addressing
each
other
decently
.
And
they
both
have
nothing
but
praise
for
our
stylists
'
opening
act
.
While
they
make
small
talk
,
I
concentrate
on
the
meal
.
Mushroom
soup
,
bitter
greens
with
tomatoes
the
size
of
peas
,
rare
roast
beef
sliced
as
thin
as
paper
,
noodles
in
a
green
sauce
,
cheese
that
melts
on
your
tongue
served
with
sweet
blue
grapes
.
The
servers
,
all
young
people
dressed
in
white
tunics
like
the
one
who
gave
us
wine
,
move
wordlessly
to
and
from
the
table
,
keeping
the
platters
and
glasses
full
.
About
halfway
through
my
glass
of
wine
,
my
head
starts
feeling
foggy
,
so
I
change
to
water
instead
.
I
do
n't
like
the
feeling
and
hope
it
wears
off
soon
.
How
Haymitch
can
stand
walking
around
like
this
full-time
is
a
mystery
.
