Come On And Eat With Him. I

Gale Is Mine. I Am His. Anything Else Is Unthinkable.

Orange? Like Effie's Hair?" I Say. "a Bit More Muted," He Says. "more Like Sunset.

You Know, You're Kind Of Squeamish For Such A Lethal Person

Isn't It Strange That I Know You'd Risk Your Life To Save Mine, But I Don't Even Know What Your Favorite Color Is?

But In My Head I Can Hear Haymitch's Smug, If Slightly Exasperated, Words: "yes, That's What I'm Looking For, Sweetheart.