a dime a dozen | d10 train

Alright so I only threw half a tantrum in the JB, and I'm good as new now.

Promise!

And I only ended up biting the one keeper.

Pinkie promise.

But honestly, they shuffled us onto the train so fast that I couldn't go after the other one even if I wanted to. They were shifty about it too, tried to get me to go sit in the corner with my hands in my lap all quiet-like, like a good little sheep. Maybe they thought I was gonna jump Mace and Saffron as soon as they got in the carriage.

I'd never!

Besides, I guess they're like, Enzo's new parents or something. Does that make them my step-family? Ex-step-family? Ex-ex-step family? It hurts my head to think about it so I just stop. I'm kinda trying not to think about Enzo right now anyways. But I'm pretty sure Mace is way too old to be my dad. He looks at least fifty, right? I can't be the only one confused as to why he doesn't invest all that money he won into a good moisturizer.

But I guess I find out what he's using the dough on instead when we get to the dining car, because there's more food in here than I've ever seen in my life.

My excitement lasts for maybe five seconds though, because I'm seeing a whole lot of salads on the table and not nearly as many sweets. But then I spot it - the holy grail. The flower in the wasteland. The gold in the shit pile.

Okay fine, I don't really know what they are for sure, but they kinda look like scones, so I'm assuming they're scones. My critical thinking skills are kicking in already, I can feel it. But I'm thinking, hey, if I'm gonna be fighting for my life soon anyways, I might as well enjoy this week of luxury. I deserve it. And some of us use food to cope, okay?

So I snag one of the maybe-scones and hoist myself up to sit on the table, brush away one of the settings to make a little room, and then I take a big 'ol bite. I'm trying to remember the last time I actually ate something when it hits me. A kind of earthy flavour.

And then I look down at it in horror -

spinach.

SPINACH!

I can see it now. I get it. They're trying to kill me before I even get to the Capitol.

There's a whole bunch of the garbage still in my mouth, tastes like dirt and sadness, and I might just puke it back up on my new partner if I'm not careful so I just kinda… let it fall outta my mouth. It lands in my hand as a giant chewed up mess and I plop it on one of the napkins in disgust, fold the fabric over the monstrosity so I don't have to look at it anymore.

Shit man. Everything in here could secretly be full of vegetables. Full of poison.

"Is there anything not green?"