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"
I
would
n't
call
it
wasting
,
"
he
says
giving
a
big
stretch
as
he
sits
up
.
"
So
do
we
hunt
on
empty
stomachs
to
give
us
an
edge
?
"
"
Not
us
,
"
I
say
.
"
We
stuff
ourselves
to
give
us
staying
power
.
"
"
Count
me
in
,
"
Peeta
says
.
But
I
can
see
he
's
surprised
when
I
divide
the
rest
of
the
stew
and
rice
and
hand
a
heaping
plate
to
him
.
"
All
this
?
"
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"
We
'll
earn
it
back
today
,
"
I
say
,
and
we
both
plow
into
our
plates
.
Even
cold
,
it
's
one
of
the
best
things
I
've
ever
tasted
.
I
abandon
my
fork
and
scrape
up
the
last
dabs
of
gravy
with
my
finger
.
"
I
can
feel
Effie
Trinket
shuddering
at
my
manners
.
"
"
Hey
,
Effie
,
watch
this
!
"
says
Peeta
.
He
tosses
his
fork
over
his
shoulder
and
literally
licks
his
plate
clean
with
his
tongue
making
loud
,
satisfied
sounds
.
Then
he
blows
a
kiss
out
to
her
in
general
and
calls
,
"
We
miss
you
,
Effie
!
"
I
cover
his
mouth
with
my
hand
,
but
I
'm
laughing
.
"
Stop
!
Cato
could
be
right
outside
our
cave
.
"
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He
grabs
my
hand
away
.
"
What
do
I
care
?
I
've
got
you
to
protect
me
now
,
"
says
Peeta
,
pulling
me
to
him
.
"
Come
on
,
"
I
say
in
exasperation
,
extricating
myself
from
his
grasp
but
not
before
he
gets
in
another
kiss
.
Once
we
're
packed
up
and
standing
outside
our
cave
,
our
mood
shifts
to
serious
.
It
's
as
though
for
the
last
few
days
,
sheltered
by
the
rocks
and
the
rain
and
Cato
's
preoccupation
with
Thresh
,
we
were
given
a
respite
,
a
holiday
of
sorts
.
Now
,
although
the
day
is
sunny
and
warm
,
we
both
sense
we
're
really
back
in
the
Games
.
I
hand
Peeta
my
knife
,
since
whatever
weapons
he
once
had
are
long
gone
,
and
he
slips
it
into
his
belt
.
My
last
seven
arrows
-
of
the
twelve
I
sacrificed
three
in
the
explosion
,
two
at
the
feast
-
rattle
a
bit
too
loosely
in
the
quiver
.
I
ca
n't
afford
to
lose
any
more
.