Even though I don't ask, Plutarch gives me cheerful updates on the phone like "Good news, Katniss! I think we've almost got him convinced you're not a mutt!" Or "Today he was allowed to feed himself pudding!

They're betting on how long I'll live!' I burst out. 'They're not my friends!

They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

Ripred sighed. 'I suppose so. You and I seem to end up doing everything. Shall we say four members for each delegation?' 'Why not?' Luxa said. 'Four can be as stupid as ten. No need to crowd the room.' Ripred laughed. 'You know, I think you an I are going to get on famously.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.