“You’re better off eating like that,” Katniss says quietly, glancing around to make sure no one is listening in. She’s become accepting of the glitches as real memories. And as she’s done that, it’s also sunk in how dangerous it can be to discuss those glitches aloud. Still, though Katniss is reluctant to make friends here, Zatanna doesn’t seem so bad. She’s almost willing to say that she likes the other girl. That means that she doesn’t want to see her suffer. “Especially if we don’t know when we’ll have real food again.”

It had been her method growing up. Even now, as she places the ‘safe’ food on her plate, Katniss takes some of the smaller pieces and stuffs them in her mouth. Eat until full. Until you can’t stuff any more morsels into your stomach. You never know where from – or more importantly, when - your next mean is coming.

“I don’t want to stop you from having fun,” she adds in after swallowing the small piece of chicken she had been chewing on. “Thank you though. For your help.”