"Ah, but this could be easily remedied, yes? After all, I have a lovely lady joining me for a delicious cheese dinner." Nothing skeevy, he promises. "Perhaps she could like a nice foot massage to take her mind off of... everything."

It isn't as if they can save this stuff and bring it back to the Capitol with them once the Arena is over. Which is a shame, really. The stuff may not be especially nice, but it would be a pity to see it go to waste.

As Venus examines the cheese, Courfeyrac uses his folding knife to pry the cork out of one of the bottles of wine. He doesn't even pause before taking a long swig of it.

"Not bad. I've had worse." He offers the bottle to her.