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Haymitch
did
n't
give
us
an
exact
time
to
meet
for
breakfast
and
no
one
has
contacted
me
this
morning
,
but
I
'm
hungry
so
I
head
down
to
the
dining
room
,
hoping
there
will
be
food
.
I
'm
not
disappointed
.
While
the
table
is
empty
,
a
long
board
off
to
the
side
has
been
laid
with
at
least
twenty
dishes
.
A
young
man
,
an
Avox
,
stands
at
attention
by
the
spread
.
When
I
ask
if
I
can
serve
myself
,
he
nods
assent
.
I
load
a
plate
with
eggs
,
sausages
,
batter
cakes
covered
in
thick
orange
preserves
,
slices
of
pale
purple
melon
.
As
I
gorge
myself
,
I
watch
the
sun
rise
over
the
Capitol
.
I
have
a
second
plate
of
hot
grain
smothered
in
beef
stew
.
Finally
,
I
fill
a
plate
with
rolls
and
sit
at
the
table
,
breaking
oil
bits
and
dipping
them
into
hot
chocolate
,
the
way
Peeta
did
on
the
train
.
My
mind
wanders
to
my
mother
and
Prim
.
They
must
be
up
.
My
mother
getting
their
breakfast
of
mush
.
Prim
milking
her
goat
before
school
.
Just
two
mornings
ago
,
I
was
home
.
Can
that
be
right
?
Yes
,
just
two
.
And
now
how
empty
the
house
feels
,
even
from
a
distance
.
What
did
they
say
last
night
about
my
fiery
debut
at
the
Games
?
Did
it
give
them
hope
,
or
simply
add
to
their
terror
when
they
saw
the
reality
of
twenty-four
tributes
circled
together
,
knowing
only
one
could
live
?
Haymitch
and
Peeta
come
in
,
bid
me
good
morning
,
fill
their
plates
.
It
makes
me
irritated
that
Peeta
is
wearing
exactly
the
same
outfit
I
am
.
I
need
to
say
something
to
Cinna
.
This
twins
act
is
going
to
blow
up
in
out
faces
once
the
Games
begin
.
Surely
,
they
must
know
this
.
Then
I
remember
Haymitch
telling
me
to
do
exactly
what
the
stylists
tell
me
to
do
.
If
it
was
anyone
but
Cinna
,
I
might
be
tempted
to
ignore
him
.
But
after
last
night
's
triumph
,
I
do
n't
have
a
lot
of
room
to
criticize
his
choices
.
I
'm
nervous
about
the
training
.
There
will
be
three
days
in
which
all
the
tributes
practice
together
.
On
the
last
afternoon
,
we
'll
each
get
a
chance
to
perform
in
private
before
the
Gamemakers
.
The
thought
of
meeting
the
other
tributes
face-to-face
makes
me
queasy
.
I
turn
the
roll
I
have
just
taken
from
the
basket
over
and
over
in
my
hands
,
but
my
appetite
is
gone
.
When
Haymitch
has
finished
several
platters
of
stew
,
he
pushes
back
his
plate
with
a
sigh
.
He
takes
a
flask
from
his
pocket
and
takes
a
long
pull
on
it
and
leans
his
elbows
on
the
table
.
"
So
,
let
's
get
down
to
business
.
Training
.
First
off
,
if
you
like
,
I
'll
coach
you
separately
.
Decide
now
.
"
"
Why
would
you
coach
us
separately
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Say
if
you
had
a
secret
skill
you
might
not
want
the
other
to
know
about
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
I
exchange
a
look
with
Peeta
.
"
I
do
n't
have
any
secret
skills
,
"
he
says
.
"
And
I
already
know
what
yours
is
,
right
?
I
mean
,
I
've
eaten
enough
of
your
squirrels
.
"
