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It takes a while to explain the situation to Peeta. How Foxface
stole the food from the supply pile before I blew it up,
how she tried to take enough to stay alive but not enough that
anyone would notice it, how she wouldn’t question the safety
of berries we were preparing to eat ourselves.
“I wonder how she found us,” says Peeta. “My fault, I guess,
if I’m as loud as you say.”
We were about as hard to follow as a herd of cattle, but I try
to be kind. “And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until
you outfoxed her.”
“Not on purpose. Doesn’t seem fair somehow. I mean, we
would have both been dead, too, if she hadn’t eaten the berries
first.” He checks himself. “No, of course, we wouldn’t. You
recognized them, didn’t you?”
I give a nod. “We call them nightlock.”
“Even the name sounds deadly,” he says. “I’m sorry, Katniss.
I really thought they were the same ones you’d gathered.”
“Don’t apologize. It just means we’re one step closer to
home, right?” I ask.
“I’ll get rid of the rest,” Peeta says. He gathers up the sheet
of blue plastic, careful to trap the berries inside, and goes to
toss them into the woods.
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