"...Alright, then..." Beck muttered, looking towards the tables.

It wasn't like he was the only one going up; there were a lot of other Tributes making for the packs. But since one was hesitant...everyone else was, too. It was contagious.

Beck grabbed his pack the minute someone else did, and quickly pulled his away. That was when someone else touched one of the little cup things on the table, and little rat-things started to pour out everywhere. Very nice.

He backed away and looked inside of his quick, and grinned. "Something smells good. I can't tell what it is. You gonna get yours?"