She hadn't eaten fresh food in a while. Not since their garden conversation over The Lieutenant's Handmaiden's Hunger. No -- everything had to be either from a metal can or locked under key or wrapped in such a way that tampering would be impossible. Safety Seal had become Effie's middle name.

She took out a clear pink-tinted plastic bottle filled with water.

"They won't get me THAT way," she assured him with a certain grim confidence. Maybe this was training for Panemanian politics. Helpful.

"When the Malnosso take me on, I'll make sure certain people pay."