Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

I've asked you fifty questions and still have no sense of your life, your family, what you care about. They want to know about you, Katniss." "But I don't want them to! They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to time in the past!" I say.

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.