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"
And
there
you
have
it
,
"
says
Peeta
,
scooping
the
breads
back
in
the
basket
.
"
You
certainly
know
a
lot
,
"
I
say
.
"
Only
about
bread
,
"
he
says
.
"
Okay
,
now
laugh
as
if
I
've
said
something
funny
.
"
We
both
give
a
somewhat
convincing
laugh
and
ignore
the
stares
from
around
the
room
.
"
All
right
,
I
'll
keep
smiling
pleasantly
and
you
talk
,
"
says
Peeta
.
It
's
wearing
us
both
out
,
Haymitch
's
direction
to
be
friendly
.
Because
ever
since
I
slammed
my
door
,
there
's
been
a
chill
in
the
air
between
us
.
But
we
have
our
orders
.
"
Did
I
ever
tell
you
about
the
time
I
was
chased
by
a
bear
?
"
I
ask
.
"
No
,
but
it
sounds
fascinating
,
"
says
Peeta
.
I
try
and
animate
my
face
as
I
recall
the
event
,
a
true
story
,
in
which
I
'd
foolishly
challenged
a
black
bear
over
the
rights
to
a
beehive
.
Peeta
laughs
and
asks
questions
right
on
cue
.
He
's
much
better
at
this
than
I
am
.
On
the
second
day
,
while
we
're
taking
a
shot
at
spear
throwing
,
he
whispers
to
me
.
"
I
think
we
have
a
shadow
.
"
I
throw
my
spear
,
which
I
'm
not
too
bad
at
actually
,
if
I
do
n't
have
to
throw
too
far
,
and
see
the
little
girl
from
District
11
standing
back
a
bit
,
watching
us
.
She
's
the
twelve-year-old
,
the
one
who
reminded
me
so
of
Prim
in
stature
.
Up
close
she
looks
about
ten
.
She
has
bright
,
dark
,
eyes
and
satiny
brown
skin
and
stands
tilted
up
on
her
toes
with
her
arms
slightly
extended
to
her
sides
,
as
if
ready
to
take
wing
at
the
slightest
sound
.
It
's
impossible
not
to
think
of
a
bird
.
