[Finnick laughs with him, the sound easy and relaxed.]

I know you wouldn't, sweetheart.

[It's not uncommon for Finnick to drop a pet name on someone, even someone he doesn't like, but this one sounds quite fond.

He glances at the menu briefly.]

Yeah, I could have gotten a drink, but I think we should save our money. I have no clue how much rooms cost here. But at least we know it's easy to make a buck.

So... You're not a God, but a steward? You grow plants and stuff?