“I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss,” says Peeta. “Even if my mother isn’t a healer.” I’m jolted back in time, to another wound, another set of bandages. “You said that same thing to me in the first Hunger Games. Real or not real?” “Real,” he says. “And you risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?” “Real.” I shrug. “You were the reason I was alive to do it.” -Mockingjay
“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. -The Hunger Games