[Yarrow Maryam-Sixteen-District 8]
"Huh." He blinks when she tells him that he was right about the size of the forest, and licks his lips before downing the rest of the milk in the glass, and holding it out again to be filled. The escort does so, but while glaring at him like they'd want nothing more then to spit in his drink. Yarrow makes sure to smile extra brightly at them, because this is the most food he's seen ever, nevermind the most he's got to eat, before downing that glass as well and letting out a very loud burp. He them blinks a few times, obviously not have been expecting that, patting his chest and clearing his throat.
"Well, you shoulda come into town more often. Not nearly as bad as your parents thought. Though... guess you probably picked up more skills that are right for the arena then I did, huh?" Yarrow says after a few moments, a dark hand coming up to scratch the back of his head rather sheepishly. "I mean, what are the chances that the arena's gonna be some broken down city, eh? And I'm not tryina make you feel better about yerself or anything, but I can't tell blueberries from nightlock." He sighs, but the smile never leaves those wide lips.
He waits until she's eating until he answers her other question, looking up thoughtfully. "I dunno. I mean, it'd be nice to have someone who knows what they're doing, but we won't know about the arena until we're in it, so..." Yarrow shrugs both shoulders before reaching over the table very rudely to grab a handful of berries. "Now, nightlock or blueberries?" He jokes to Lacey, wanting a little bit to make her smile. He's not really thinking strategically or wanting to manipulate her, he just... misses his friends a lot already.
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[Cog Captor-Fifteen-District 5]
Cog was happily talking strategy over a plate of food {mainly fruit on his part} with his mentor, Rook {A district 5 victor from five years previous}. They talked of how his skills of knowing his way around herbs and edible plants would come in handy, of how there had to be some way he could turn his incredibly dexterous, practiced and quick-working hands into weapons. That's about when, however he saw the female tribute from his district walk in and start piling up food, but in a way that would suggest stress and maybe anger? Distracted, Cog tilted his head to the side at her.
"Would you like to talk with us?" The younger, raven-haired tribute knew someone down on their luck when he saw them, especially with the games. Honestly, he would have probably been more surprised if she's been cheerful about getting picked since Five wasn't what others would call a 'career' district. But, just the same, if she didn't want to talk, Cog would respectfully leave her alone because not only had his father taught him that, but it was also great for handling ornery customers at the shop and it was merely the right thing to do.