"Ah, Carlos," Cecil says, with an appreciative smile. (He has decided that Carlos is the most beautiful word that exists in any language, in any universe.) "There's no need to be so hasty! All of the new Tributes will be debriefed upon their arrival in the Capitol. The city, that is."

His tone is light, calming, a little amused, but fondly so. "Of course, I understand your excitement, and can certainly imagine your anxiety. But why waste time worrying about the Hunger Games now? There'll be time for all of that later." They're at a party, with the homiest luxury the Capitol has to offer spread out here under the emergency lights; he's not going to think about work if he doesn't absolutely have to. (He seems to have forgotten the avalanche entirely.) "I mean, the lights are even back up! I could get you a drink."