<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/02958c73-a083-4d4d-99ae-2a4ea5a76c9a_zps4d0a3f6b.jpg) (http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/Garrett1_zpsce231e4c.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Garrett Wylder<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rybbon Latimer<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Backstage<br/><br/>Garrett was in no rush when he awoke, plenty of the other tributes would be making their way down to the training center, but he fully intended to make use of the banquet that would await him downstairs. Well, he would as soon as he figured out how to escape from the shower that was. He had made the mistake of simply pressing whichever button looked nice when he got in, and he was half convinced he was about to drown in a sea of bright purple bubbles.<br/><br/>Eventually, he managed to tame the controls, finally coming out very clean and smelling rather strongly of flowers. It was rather perturbing, not a smell he was used to, and it was mildly unnerving to have it follow him around as he made his way down to the eating area. But still, he was smiling when he stepped out of the elevator, and headed quickly and eagerly for the food. He had gone without far too many times not to take the opportunity to eat as much as he could. He knew that there wouldn’t be much to eat when he got in the arena, either.<br/><br/>He filled his plate with a little bit of everything, eating even as he did. He’d never known that food could taste this good, the most he usually got was scraps, and the food from the Seam wasn’t all that good to begin with. He only noticed Rybbon’s presence when he had finally loaded his plate with as much as it could carry. He grinned widely at her, moving to sit near her. For the first few moments, he just ate, but as his stomach felt a little fuller he began to slow. Eventually he paused, looking over at her.<br/><br/>“Hello. My name’s Garrett.”