They'll Either Want To Kill You, Kiss

Yeah, We Wouldn't Want To Lose Our Little Mockingjay When She's Finally Begun To Sing.

No More Kisses For You, Until You Have Eaten !

Deep In The Meadow , Under The Willow , A Bed Of Grass , A Soft Green Pillow

And Random Bits Of Happiness, Like Finnick And Annie's Newborn Boy.

Plutarch Rushes To Reassure Me. "oh, No, Katniss. Not Your Wedding. Finnick And Annie's. All You Need To Do Is Show Up And Pretend To Be Happy For Them." "that's One Of The Few Things I Won't Have To Pretend, Plutarch," I Tell Him.