Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing I don't know what. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark, joins us, and throws it against the force field. It bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing. In a few moments it returns to its original color. "Well, that explains a lot," says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.
Suzanne CollinsYou would think after all the hours Iโd spent with Galeโ watching him talk and laugh and frownโ that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadnโt imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands [...] could entrap meโฆ I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest.
Suzanne Collins