"Eleven? Capitol?" He echoed the terms, sounding a little confused. "I think something might've got lost in translation. I've never heard of either of them." Well, obviously 11 is a number and Cocoon (where he's from) has a capitol city, but that obviously wasn't the same.

And it's right about then that a fresh basket of fries slid out of the food hatch. Snow snatched it right up, stealing one for his own mouth before setting them in front of Thresh. "Look out though, they're kinda hot." And now that he could taste the fry in his mouth, he added, "And they need more salt."

His eyes searched the counter for some sort of salt shaker, but to no avail thus far.