She pulls a face at him. Childish? Yes. But they can act like that in public. And there is enough ice-cream, thank you very much, Finnick. But before she can retort verbally, he continues.

And leans across the table.

Which is fine. It's not some fancy, Capitol-mandated party. The air is more casual than that. And if they get into trouble, Finnick can talk his way out of things. He's good at that.

(Under the table, she presses her leg back against his.)

"It's, um, curry, apparently," Annie explains, then rattles off the explanation she was given. If she sounds slightly dubious, it's only about the meal's history - something with this many spices, being an everyday meal? That doesn't sound right.

But it IS very good.