Голодные игры
Chapter 6
Theyareplush,likethetraincar,butalsohavesomanyautomaticgadgetsthatI’msureIwon’thavetimetopressallthebuttons.Theshoweralonehasapanelwithmorethanahundredoptionsyoucanchooseregulatingwatertemperature,pressure,soaps,shampoos,scents,oils,andmassagingsponges.Whenyoustepoutonamat,heaterscomeonthatblow-dryyourbody.Insteadofstrugglingwiththeknotsinmywethair,Imerelyplacemyhandonaboxthatsendsacurrentthroughmyscalp,untangling,parting,anddryingmyhairalmostinstantly.Itfloatsdownaroundmyshouldersinaglossycurtain.
Iprogramtheclosetforanoutfittomytaste.Thewindowszoominandoutonpartsofthecityatmycommand.Youneedonlywhisperatypeoffoodfromagiganticmenuintoamouthpieceanditappears,hotandsteamy,beforeyouinlessthanaminute.Iwalkaroundtheroomeatinggooseliverandpuffybreaduntilthere’saknockonthedoor.Effie’scallingmetodinner.
Good.I’mstarving.
Peeta,Cinna,andPortiaarestandingoutonabalconythatoverlookstheCapitolwhenweenterthediningroom.I’mgladtoseethestylists,particularlyafterIhearthatHaymitchwillbejoiningus.AmealpresidedoverbyjustEffieandHaymitchisboundtobeadisaster.Besides,dinnerisn’treallyaboutfood,it’saboutplanningoutourstrategies,andCinnaandPortiahavealreadyprovenhowvaluabletheyare.
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