right when you stumbled through the door, your mother hugged you. she sat you down on the dusty couch while she cooked porridge for you.

her death kept replaying in your mind and you couldn't stand it any longer, grabbing the remote before turning the tv on where the recap was being shown

"don't watch that hun" your mother sappily said while handing you a bowl, you thanked her and began to scoop the oatmeal down as your mother watched the game with a hand on her hip

"that's an awfully nice compact for such a poor girl" she commented, you shrugged, enjoying your meal, before her words sank in and you rushed to replay 

you paused just as Lucy Gray was pouring the powder into the glass, and yes, it was an expansive compact. It almost looked capitol-made.

"wonder how she got her hands on that" your mother quipped before returning to the kitchen, but you weren't so keen on forgetting this.

you crawled to the tv to see every pixel of the case, and your entire body went cold when you realized you'd seen it before.

yes, on Coriolanus's desk.