Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true...

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

Cookies. A pin. I'm getting all kinds of gifts today. Madge gives me one more. A kiss on the cheek. Then she's gone and I'm left thinking that maybe Madge really has been my friend all along.