Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until

What About You?" "not A Clue. I Keep Wishing I Could Bake A Cake Or Something.

But Collective Thinking Is Usually Short-lived. We're Fickle, Stupid Beings With Poor Memories And A Great Gift For Self-destruction.

There Are Much Worse Games To Play.

Oh, He's On Top Of It. It Was Volunteer Only, But He Pretended Not To Notice Me Waving My Hand In The Air," Says Haymitch. "see? He's Already Demonstrated Good Judgment.

Want A Sugar Cube?" He Asks In His Old Seductive Voice.