" well , yes , but unless you want to argue with her and be given a speech on the subtlety of colours , i'll just take her word for it . " it wasn't particularly polite for her to lean against the wall the way she was , leaning her perfectly styled hair against the cool stone and allowing herself a moment to relax , but cashmere was sure president snow wouldn't come running from his cosy little mansion to scold her — as long as she played pretty for the cameras , she was safe . it didn't mean she — they — didn't have to watch their words even here , but the illusion of isolation soothed her enough that her shoulders lost a bit of their tenseness . " i lost gloss hours ago , the sponsors are ruthless this year and we haven't even started , i think they're trying to recoup their losses from last year . " savoring the champagne , cash merely nodded sparing a glance at the wild rush of people inside before she continued . " mine are good this year , they've got the spirit — the girl , silver , reminds me of myself . might just make it to the end , but we'll see . " the shrug would seem perfectly unaffected if it wasn't for the tiredness in the blonde's eyes — the games were hard on them all , mentors or no , and cash particularly hated years where the female tributes took her back to the past , to a time where she'd been a stupid girl with too much hope and too little experience . the talk of olives pulled her from the depths of her own mind before she allowed herself to go down roads she'd stay in for hours , instead laughing at the idea of enobaria being presented with them , a slow amused smirk spreading on her lips . " see , no one ever gives me olives , i resent that . but i can work with that , we can use them as a focal point for the dish — god knows i'll need the sustenance for the parade . if tonight's any indication , all mentors will be screwed tomorrow . "
