Besides, It's The First Gift

But The Only Thing That Distracts Me From My Current Situation Is Fantasizing About Killing President Snow.

Stay With Me. Always.

Yeah, About That,” Says Peeta, Entwining His Fingers In Mine. “don’t Try Something Like That Again.” “or What?” I Ask. “or . . . Or . . .” He Can’t Think Of Anything Good. “just Give Me A Minute.

They More Than Do Their Work, They Take Pride In It. Like Cinna.

Peeta Smiles At Me, Sad And Mocking. "okay. Thanks For The Tip, Sweetheart.