The purple butterfly flitted through the mist and came to rest on a soft blue towel. Flapping its wings, it took off again and flew under a cascade of warm water. It landed on its target and curled its feet on the soft warm pulsing pale flesh underneath it. "AAAAAH!" Beetee screamed feeling six small pinpricks in a very sensitive area. "WIRESS CARPENTER TELSA!" He looked at the purple butterfly on - ah - his body before it flew in front of his face. "WHY ARE YOU TESTING THAT IN HERE?"
"Because they need to work in all different environment -" Wiress' voice emitted from the butterfly before it landed on Beetee's shoulder. "Beetee, dear, you need to clean behind -"
"I cleaned my ears already, dear." Beetee replied with gritted teeth.
"I mean behind your -" The butterfly flew southward before Beetee batted it away with a wet washcloth.
"WIRESS TESLA!" Beetee yelped. "Would you mind your own business?"
"Well, that is mine too -" His wife began.
"TESLAS!" Plutarch's voice emitted from the butterfly before Beetee screamed and blushed a very deep maroon. "Would you please turn off the audio and video stream from your tracker before you use it in your own home? That was more of Beetee than I ever wanted to see!"
"But he is so supple and sexy -" The last thing Wiress heard was Plutarch retching before she turned the audio and video surveillance. Using her tablet PC, she guided her butterfly out of the bathroom by squeezing it through the crack under the bathroom door. Wiress smiled and reviewed the video feed capturing Beetee's shower time.
The next day Team Nerds entered a Capitol party as guests of Effie Trinket. Wiress wore a simple silver dress. The highlight of her outfit was a bouquet of cloth and wire butterflies clinging to her updo. Their wings fluttered seemingly randomly. However, Wiress had programmed each butterfly to flutter a certain frequency. Beetee had reluctantly agreed to wear butterflies clipped to his tie.
As soon as Team Nerds walked through the doorway, they were surrounded by Capitolites enraptured by the butterflies. Opening a black box filled with more wire and metal butterflies, Wiress shlyly explained how they were programmed to flutter their wings and move their feet. She omitted their video and audio surveillance capabilities in her presentation. The partygoers paid the Teslas handsomely for the butterflies clipping them to their clothes and letting them perch in their hair. "This is good for -" Wiress began looking at the bag of coins and slips of paper with people's account numbers scrawled as payment.
"Our gift fund." Beetee finished smiling knowing they were helping Haymitch and the others find sponsorship money for the Quell. "We can buy our friends a lot of nice things now." Wiress nodded and placed her hand in her pocket. Touching a small controller in her pocket, she activated each butterfly to record the conversations and goings-on at the party to pass information to Plutarch.
"Not much is going on." Beetee said an hour later as he and Wiress sat at a small round table eating orange sherbet.
"Plutarch hasn't texted you?" Wiress asked. Beetee shook his head. "Come here -" As Beetee leaned forward, Wiress slurped the extra sherbet off his lips.
"Hon -" Beetee whispered around her lips. "I think Panem Today is photographing this event."
"Mmm - all the better -" Wiress whispered before kissing Beetee full-on. With a satisfied wink, she smiled at the whistling camera crew that wore Panem Today polo shirts. "Bee, how long do we need to stay?"
"Until it's over." Beetee replied before they went to the soup table and returned with a bowl of clam chowder. Wiress nodded and checked the audio and video surveillance feeds on her pocket sized tablet PC.
"They've been talking about the fashion show for -"
"Two hours." Beetee finished. Wiress grinned and slid her thumb around the tablet. "Wire?" Suddenly a shriek filled the air causing everyone to stop in their tracks.
"MY WIG!" Effie Trinket cried as two orange cloth and wire butterflies flew across the room dangling Effie's wig from their metal feet. "NO! BAD BUTTERFLIES! COME BACK! COME BACK!" She attempted to run on her six inch stilleto heels before colliding with the 'drink to eat more' table shattering the glasses on the floor. "BEETEE! WIRESS, HELP! FIX THOSE THINGS, PLEASE!"
"Oh - I guess the feet got caught in -" Wiress deftly untangled the butterfly feet from the large pink curls of Effie's wig that was now on the table.
"Oh - thank you!" Effie squealed. "Thank you - oh my!"
"Those butterflies worked." Plutarch said the next day after he and Team Nerds reviewed the footage from the party. The only significant information gained from the party was that everyone was hoping the Star Crossed Lovers would win again. "There is only one thing." The Teslas looked at each other before Plutarch sighed. "No more making Effie's wig fly."