Johanna and food are like a moth and flame. On a day like today, she figures it's for the newbies and she's clearly not new, so she's holding back from taking any, but damn. It smells delicious, and she knows from this woman's stint in the kitchens (and her own period of only one meal a day) that it tastes justs as good too.

"Where were you when I got here? This looks amazing," she says. Shame Peeta had gotten here the same month as her too, considering the baking he hands out to new arrivals.

Moving down the table to the first aid kits, she raises an eyebrow and picks one up to examine. "What are these?"