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You had offered to fetch Coriolanus some of the pie you brought, wanting to get away for a moment. You were still blushing as you cut him a piece and retrieved a plate along with a fork. You returned with a slice and set it down on the desk for him. You sat down beside him.

"Thank you." He says, his voice barely above a whisper as he picked up the utensil. He absolutely loved pie, but his family could no longer afford any. He was secretly thrilled and even touched that you brought this for them.

You sat down beside him, watching as he took a bite. Your heart fluttered from the sight of a real smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Your cousin told me that you like berry."

"I do," He responds softly, taking another bite. "This is really good."

"Glad you like it." You said, waiting for him to finish eating the pie.

Coriolanus cleared his throat, his fingers relentlessly drumming on the surface of the desk. "So," He starts, his voice laced with forced casualness. "I take it we should not only elaborate on sponsorships, but come up with other ideas as well to draw in more attention to the games. Any thoughts?"

"Yes that's a good summary of what she wants," You agreed with him, shifting on chair he got for you to sit on. "I was thinking we could divide up the work. I have a lot of ideas already about how the sponsorships could potentially work. We could also put our own input into what the other person has later."

Coriolanus rubs his chin, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Okay. I'll handle the part regarding potential game changes for the engagement aspect, you can focus on the sponsorship construct. Then, we can compile the information and put it together."

The room submerged to silence for a good while, broken only by the brief sounds of your pens scratching against paper. You concentrated, debating how the system of sponsorship would work with an occasional soft murmur as you thought out loud.

You consulted each other once finished. Your heart pounded with anticipation while he reviewed your work. "Sponsors may donate to a tribute of their choice. Mentors can choose what gifts to their tribute and when. Food and water will be delivered by drones with the aid of facial recognition to ensure the proper tribute receives these gifts..." Coriolanus couldn't help but steal a quick glance at you, appreciating your thinking. "That's... actually quite brilliant." He admitted.

You were practically buzzing from giddiness. You knew your idea was good, but actually hearing his feedback acknowledging it excited you.

You read Coriolanus' paper, his handwriting neat and elegant despite how fast he typically writes. In his, he suggested promoting the participants more. Flaunting their personalities, letting viewers get invested in their stories and background. He was exceptionally descriptive with how this would be achieved. With encouraging Capitol citizens to visit the tributes in the zoo to donate food along with interviewing each respective tribute. For future games, he described his improvements as hosting a sort of reality show. Cameras following around tributes in the Capitol, permitting tribute training sessions, and the victor receiving benefits once they return to their district.

Those changes would undoubtedly aid in drawing in a larger audience. Invested fans, even. But it was so wrong. So irrevocably wrong.

You rested your cheek in your hand, your eyes scanning over the writing for a second take. "Has it ever occurred to you that the concept of using a gruesome event such as the Hunger Games for entertainment is.. well, morally wrong..?"

Coriolanus paused at your question, surprised by the sudden philosophical nature of it. This was something he has thought about but never voiced it out loud. He glanced at you, studying your expression in search for any judgement towards him. But all he sees is genuine curiosity.