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“All right, so give me some idea of what you can do,” says
Haymitch.
“I can’t do anything,” says Peeta. “Unless you count baking
bread.”
“Sorry, I don’t. Katniss. I already know you’re handy with a
knife,” says Haymitch.
“Not really. But I can hunt,” I say. “With a bow and arrow.”
“And you’re good?” asks Haymitch.
I have to think about it. I’ve been putting food on the table
for four years. That’s no small task. I’m not as good as my father
was, but he’d had more practice. I’ve better aim than
Gale, but I’ve had more practice. He’s a genius with traps and
snares. “I’m all right,” I say.
“She’s excellent,” says Peeta. “My father buys her squirrels.
He always comments on how the arrows never pierce the
body. She hits every one in the eye. It’s the same with the rabbits
she sells the butcher. She can even bring down deer.”
This assessment of my skills from Peeta takes me totally by
surprise. First, that he ever noticed. Second, that he’s talking
me up. “What are you doing?” I ask him suspiciously.
“What are you doing? If he’s going to help you, he has to
know what you’re capable of. Don’t underrate yourself,” says
Peeta.
I don’t know why, but this rubs me the wrong way. “What
about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundredpound
bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not
nothing.”
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