You Know, You're Kind Of Squeamish For

We Could Do It, You Know.

Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until The Liquor Runs Out.

The Damage, The Fatigue, The Imperfections. That's How They Recognize Me; Why I Belong To Them.

You Know, You Could Live A Thousand Lifetimes And Not Deserve Him.

Peeta Smiles And Douses Haymitch's Knife In White Liquor From A Bottle On The Floor. He Wipes The Blade Clean On His Shirt Tail And Slices The Bread. Peeta Keeps All Of Us In Fresh Baked Goods. I Hunt. He Bakes. Haymitch Drinks. We Have Our Own Ways To Stay Busy, To Keep Thought Of Our Time As Contestants In The Hunger Games At Bay.