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The
supper
comes
in
courses
.
A
thick
carrot
soup
,
green
salad
,
lamb
chops
and
mashed
potatoes
,
cheese
and
fruit
,
a
chocolate
cake
.
Throughout
the
meal
,
Effie
Trinket
keeps
reminding
us
to
save
space
because
there
's
more
to
come
.
But
I
'm
stuffing
myself
because
I
've
never
had
food
like
this
,
so
good
and
so
much
,
and
because
probably
the
best
thing
I
can
do
between
now
and
the
Games
is
put
on
a
few
pounds
.
"
At
least
,
you
two
have
decent
manners
,
"
says
Effie
as
we
're
finishing
the
main
course
.
"
The
pair
last
year
ate
everything
with
their
hands
like
a
couple
of
savages
.
It
completely
upset
my
digestion
.
"
The
pair
last
year
were
two
kids
from
the
Seam
who
'd
never
,
not
one
day
of
their
lives
,
had
enough
to
eat
.
And
when
they
did
have
food
,
table
manners
were
surely
the
last
thing
on
their
minds
.
Peeta
's
a
baker
's
son
.
My
mother
taught
Prim
and
I
to
eat
properly
,
so
yes
,
I
can
handle
a
fork
and
knife
.
But
I
hate
Effie
Trinket
's
comment
so
much
I
make
a
point
of
eating
the
rest
of
my
meal
with
my
fingers
.
Then
I
wipe
my
hands
on
the
tablecloth
.
This
makes
her
purse
her
lips
tightly
together
.
Now
that
the
meal
's
over
,
I
'm
fighting
to
keep
the
food
down
.
I
can
see
Peeta
's
looking
a
little
green
,
too
.
Neither
of
our
stomachs
is
used
to
such
rich
fare
.
But
if
I
can
hold
down
Greasy
Sae
's
concoction
of
mice
meat
,
pig
entrails
,
and
tree
bark
-
a
winter
specialty
-
I
'm
determined
to
hang
on
to
this
.
We
go
to
another
compartment
to
watch
the
recap
of
the
reapings
across
Panem
.
They
try
to
stagger
them
throughout
the
day
so
a
person
could
conceivably
watch
the
whole
thing
live
,
but
only
people
in
the
Capitol
could
really
do
that
,
since
none
of
them
have
to
attend
reapings
themselves
.
One
by
one
,
we
see
the
other
reapings
,
the
names
called
,
(
the
volunteers
stepping
forward
or
,
more
often
,
not
.
We
examine
the
faces
of
the
kids
who
will
be
our
competition
.
A
few
stand
out
in
my
mind
.
A
monstrous
boy
who
lunges
forward
to
volunteer
from
District
2
.
A
fox-faced
girl
with
sleek
red
hair
from
District
5
.
A
boy
with
a
crippled
foot
from
District
10
.
And
most
hauntingly
,
a
twelve-year-old
girl
from
District
11
.
She
has
dark
brown
skin
and
eyes
,
but
other
than
that
,
she
's
very
like
Prim
in
size
and
demeanor
.
Only
when
she
mounts
the
stage
and
they
ask
for
volunteers
,
all
you
can
hear
is
the
wind
whistling
through
the
decrepit
buildings
around
her
.
There
's
no
one
willing
to
take
her
place
.
Last
of
all
,
they
show
District
12
.
Prim
being
called
,
me
running
forward
to
volunteer
.
You
ca
n't
miss
the
desperation
in
my
voice
as
I
shove
Prim
behind
me
,
as
if
I
'm
afraid
no
one
will
hear
and
they
'll
take
Prim
away
.
But
,
of
course
,
they
do
hear
.
I
see
Gale
pulling
her
off
me
and
watch
myself
mount
the
stage
The
commentators
are
not
sure
what
to
say
about
the
crowd
's
refusal
to
applaud
.
The
silent
salute
.
One
says
that
District
12
has
always
been
a
bit
backward
but
that
local
customs
can
be
charming
.
As
if
on
cue
,
Haymitch
falls
off
the
stage
,
and
they
groan
comically
.
Peeta
's
name
is
drawn
,
and
he
quietly
takes
his
place
.
We
shake
hands
.
They
cut
to
the
anthem
again
,
and
the
pro-gram
ends
.
Effie
Trinket
is
disgruntled
about
the
state
her
wig
was
in
.
"
Your
mentor
has
a
lot
to
learn
about
presentation
.
A
lot
about
televised
behavior
.
"
