Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

i can win but you cant lose, this makes us all even in our ways.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

Even in war there should be lines you didn't cross.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.