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“We’re wasting hunting time,” I say when I finally break
away.
“I wouldn’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?”
“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.”
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,
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