Lin clicked her tongue, wondering how best to explain it. Even then, she wasn't sure he would get it, but she'd try her best. "Sort of," she says encouragingly. "It's metal. From the ground? A lot of it melted together. The manufacturers- I'm sorry, the workers- remove the air and put food inside to transport it and keep it from spoiling. It'll last indefinitely this way, at least until you open it."

She ran her finger through her bangs, allowing herself to calm down at last, amazed she was managing to hold a civil conversation with another Tribute. It was a first, for her. "...Understand?"