No worries, Annie. You spend enough time with Amy and she'll teach you.

Her motives may not be entirely pure, mind. But girl talk is sacred, and held in the strictest confidence.

(Besides, boathouse is just too juicy to let be.)

"You haven't?" she asks, a little quieter now.

She's picking up on Annie's small cues, enough that she knows there's something deeper to it. She just doesn't know what it is.

"You said you were from Mexico? Panem, you called it?" she asks, frowning in thought at the path ahead.

She swings a look back at Annie. "Don't you 'ave philosophers and scientists where you're from? Or really good history teachers?"