Cho hands over the package of four wraps, tucked in tightly together, and tied up with string. It's not the most exciting thing in the world, but the veggies are crisp, and it's well seasoned. Boring, but tasty. Tasty is good.

When Finnick says that Annie is around, Cho immediately starts looking. She doesn't see her, and while most people might just keep looking at eye level, Cho turns her gaze upward a bit. being short changes a person's instincts. She's used to scanning above her head. Annie's pretty tough to spot, though, and after about a minute, she gives it up. "Annie?" There's a bit of shifting in a tree, and Cho glances back at Finnick, pointing to ask for confirmation. When she gets it, she's back to grinning. "Be right back." She takes another paper wrapped parcel, and scampers over to the tree, having a brief conversation with the leaves before tossing the lunch up into the branches. Then she returns to Finnick.

"She's so strange," Cho says, with a little chuckle. "I love that." It makes her feel like normalcy isn't the only way to approach the world, to be valid and seen and cared for. It gives her hope. She stretches out on the bank again, leaning out over the water, watching for the fish. "So, what do you think of hummus?"