You Call That A Kiss?

Yeah, About That,” Says Peeta, Entwining His Fingers In Mine. “don’t Try Something Like That Again.” “or What?” I Ask. “or . . . Or . . .” He Can’t Think Of Anything Good. “just Give Me A Minute.

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

Don't Let Him Take You From Me.

I Don't Know How To Make People Like Me. Cinna, How Do You Make People Like You?

I Have Zero Interest In These Capitol People. They Are Only Distractions From The Food.