Wholesome. Not the word she'd used to describe it, but she could see where he was going with it - she wasn't tethered to the Capitol's expectations like he was. Or like how most of the people they knew were, where they were puppeteered by President Fuckface and had to put on a show to the public. An attempt to convince the Districts that everything in Panem was dandy, winning these designed games was totally worth killing other adolescents if it meant they got to kiss ass and swim in riches.
It wasn't freedom. Just another set of chains disguised as something sweet and desirable. Like most of their fatty, sugary sweets that those in the districts could only dream about.
"Considering I bailed on your snazzy shindig, I guess I do owe you more visits," Jessica surrendered, smirking, and lazily remained on the couch with fingers interlocked over her stomach with twiddling thumbs. "I'll brave the outside world for your sorry ass, Barton. The hell are you gonna do now, though? Get shitfaced behind everyone's backs? Obsessively look at your phone until Nat comes around?"