Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.
You never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.
And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.
But some secrets are too delicious not to share.
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.