Thresh had arrived at the bakery over an hour before he was supposed to be there, and spent his extra time getting used to the lay of the land. He had to admit to himself, he was excited. He had gone from the lowest of jobs, to a Tribute, to a job only the most trusted of people could achieve. He only knew how to make a few things, but there had to be recipes somewhere.

After adjusting some of the locations of the tools, all of which were far more advanced than the things he'd had at home, he went to go inventory the supplies. As such, he completely missed his coworker's entrance.

Believing himself alone in the building, he started to hum, then sing an old working song from his home district. He wasn't all that good at singing, but he didn't exactly expect anyone else to be there. "Are you, are you, coming to the tree, where they strung up a man, they say he murdered three..."