"Stormlight.. in hopefully a perfect gem, but I can settle for otherwise.. Or.. general supplies. possibly a waterproof sketchpad..? with a pencil..?"
(his lil muttering)--> "I.. sound greedy.. don't I?"
He immidiately hides, waiting for the other tributes to leave the cornucopia... but notices the allure of the cornucopia. he wearily enters he building, watching for others.