You, a district kid, live the Capitol life as an Academy student. And you scored the imfamous Coriolanus Snow to be your escort. He doesn't do much. He leads you to your classes and tutors you. He eats lunch with you because you have no friends and he can't make a fool out of his student. That's what you do now, nibble at crackers while he laughs at his own lines. Laughs too hard. He subconsciously snorts after calling someone a showoff, then cups his hand over his mouth when he realizes.