Solano. The name of a lovely plant in my country. It is subtle, unassuming, and poisonous. You've quite a stern expression when you wish to have it, Katniss.

[Another soft huff of laughter, another easy smile as he looks about the cards, books, the utter mess of the bakery. He would not be having his breakfast anytime soon should he wish to find it here. Better work to earn it, at this rate.]