Голодные игры

           Whowillhetransformintoifwemakeithome?Thisperplexing,good-naturedboywhocanspinoutliessoconvincinglythewholeofPanembelieveshimtobehopelesslyinlovewithme,andI’lladmitit,therearemomentswhenhemakesmebelieveitmyself?Atleast,we’llbefriends,Ithink.Nothingwillchangethefactthatwe’vesavedeachother’slivesinhere.Andbeyondthat,hewillalwaysbetheboywiththebread.Goodfriends.Anythingbeyondthatthough.andIfeelGale’sgrayeyeswatchingmewatchingPeeta,allthewayfromDistrict12.

           Discomfortcausesmetomove.IscootoverandshakePeeta’sshoulder.Hiseyesopensleepilyandwhentheyfocusonme,hepullsmedownforalongkiss.

           "We’rewastinghuntingtime,"IsaywhenIfinallybreakaway.

           "Iwouldn’tcallitwasting,"hesaysgivingabigstretchashesitsup."Sodowehuntonemptystomachstogiveusanedge?"

           "Notus,"Isay."Westuffourselvestogiveusstayingpower."

           "Countmein,"Peetasays.ButIcanseehe’ssurprisedwhenIdividetherestofthestewandriceandhandaheapingplatetohim."Allthis?"

           "We’llearnitbacktoday,"Isay,andwebothplowintoourplates.Evencold,it’soneofthebestthingsI’veevertasted.Iabandonmyforkandscrapeupthelastdabsofgravywithmyfinger."IcanfeelEffieTrinketshudderingatmymanners."

           "Hey,Effie,watchthis!"saysPeeta.Hetosseshisforkoverhisshoulderandliterallylickshisplatecleanwithhistonguemakingloud,satisfiedsounds.