Oh, be quiet, Fo-Fo.

“So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol.”

“It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.”

“And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirab…”

“She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can h…”