This place sells a somewhat limited selection of houseplants. The merchandise is of low to very good quality and is fairly priced to somewhat overpriced. Most customers report that the staff is sufficiently nice.

Bobbi was deeply engrossed in a bright pink flower. When she turned her head to the other side, though, it looked more purple. Turned left, pink. Turned right, purple. Left, right, left right; pink, purple, pink, purple. It was a fascinating phenomenon. No doubt someone back home in Eight could find a way to replicate the sensation on fabric. Maybe velour. Yes - this would be a fabulous velour.

A hopeful sales associate approached her as she bobbed her head side to side. "Can I... can I help you with anything?" Bobbi said nothing, just tilting her head occasionally. She was imagining a ball gown. Plunging neckline. Gloves that stretched above the elbows. All in this fabulous new material. Eventually the attendant got the message and retreated back to the register to leave her in her fantasy world.

Then the door swung open, and the atmosphere in the entire shop changed. Bobbi saw her out of the corner of her eye - wearing something that a trashy Capitol designer had put out... if Bobbi had to guess? Two seasons ago. Probably. But she wasn't about to take the time to look at Marina Bellheart properly to assess.

"This place sells vegan foods. The merchandise is of very good quality and is fairly priced to somewhat overpriced. Most customers report that the staff is somewhat condescending."

Honestly, Monty could have dealt with the Tower's awkward air, the way no one there seemed to want to be there, and the weird glances he got as someone just trying to help out. But what he couldn't stand was the food. Over-engineered, bland, and truly gross - all dressed up to be luxurious and fancy.

Lucky for him, next door was Rocco's Vegan Kitchen. It wasn't his typical fare, but he could use a good salad every now and then. It was typically pretty good stuff, and - importantly - it was convenient. A massive salad bar was their main attraction, along with a handful of Games enthusiasts who hung around hoping to catch sight of someone important. This resulted in a staff that was, generally speaking, usually annoyed with their clientele.

Montgomery was an easy customer, though. In and out, quiet, trying to stay out of sight (though, it always seemed as if not too many people were interested in hunting him down). He built a quick salad for himself and retreated to a back corner when he spotted a face he knew: Carol Eyre of District 4. Monty chose a seat at the long table a few away from him.

"Also trying to escape the Tower food? You'd think they'd serve better stuff."