Dinner is just… unbelievable. There's so much to choose from; different types of soup, meat, huge trays filled with bread, and there's like fifteen types of beverages. All of it making my mind just go wow. I look up at Typher and find that he's thinking likewise. Then he looks at me and fires away one of those breathtaking smiles of his and walks towards all of the goodness. I follow him and try to choose what to eat. Everything both looks and smells so delicious so it's really hard to choose. I end up choosing this casserole filled with beef and various vegetables and it really tastes like heaven, and when I finish my first plate I fill it up both one and two times.

I may be the mayors daughter, but not even my family is this privileged when it comes to food. The abundance of it that I find here is astonishing. The food located just on this table could feed pretty much everyone living on my street back home, but this is meant just for the three of us; only for myself, Typher and Havanna. I wonder what will happen to the food we leave behind.

When I have almost finished my third plate of casserole I begin feeling sick, but I still eat up everything, which I admit was such a dumb move on my behalf. I feel like I could seriously burst any second and I just want to go to bed and lie down, and I do just so. There isn't much to do really on this train. Typher too heads for his room, looking just a tad green as he wobbles his way down the hall.

Well in my room I decide to watch the re-runs of the reaping's, as it might actually be a good idea to know what the competition will turn out to be.

In the years so far both District 1 and 2 have sent big, buff guys and ferocious girls whose looks just might kill you, and they don't disappoint us this year either. Jewel and Jasper from 1 and Elektra and Grim from 2. I don't get how the people from 1 name their kids. Jewel? As far as I know that's a stone…

I don't really remember that many of the tributes afterward, and definitely not any other names apart from the ones from 1 and 2, and that's only because they're so stupid. I just keep thinking about how I could manage to stay alive through this competition…

Somehow I managed to fall asleep last night after that eating frenzy of mine, I wonder a bit how Typher feels because he ate more than me and ought to feel just as bad as me if not worse. Well, however he's feeling he'll have to wait because I just want a shower; I feel so gross after last night and want to wash up.

I find him later at the breakfast table and I just brush out:

"How can you still eat after last night?!" He just looks up at me and laugh, apparently he hasn't felt that bad at all, and it's only me who has been awfully ill. I go over to the food trays and just take a can of water and a glass and go to sit down on the opposite side of Typher.

"I take it you ate all too much last night," and as usual it is said with a huge grin. I just respond to him with a simple:

"Yeah."

"Then take it easier today, we'll soon reach the Capitol and I guess you don't want to hurl over all of the people there."

"No. Thanks."

"You're welcome." And then we spend the rest of the meal in silence.