"This is hysterical," she said as a boy stumbled over his axe during training.
"This is theatrical," she said two years later after her first reaping.
"This is magical," she said as they watched the sun dip below the horizon.
"This is experimental," she said before she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.
"This is typical," she said while he shoved a blonde girl away for the second time that week.
"This is final," she said in a voice lower than a whisper, letting his fingers slide from hers as she walked towards the chariot without a glance back.