I start to crack at four hundred to one.

I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this. I turn to Haymitch. "Don't worry, I'll get you more liquor.

Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field.

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.