"I don't know, I haven't really checked it out yet!" Venus takes an earbud from him and puts it in her own ear, scrolling through the old classic iPod with the little clicking wheel. Names, all names she recognizes and a few she met back in her Hollywood days, roll by.

She's used to taking proposals graciously, and so by instinct her mouth makes a surprised 'o', her eyebrows lift, and she takes the flowers. She looks down at them, sniffs them, closes her eyes as the genetically-modified scent from the Capitol, like roses but amplified to the point of heady richness, fills her nose.

"I think I'll just let my girl Alanis speak for me." She turns on 'Thank U' by Alanis Morrisette, letting the tinny beat fill his ears.