"Peeta Mellark!" I heard my name be called. "Good luck," Haymitch told me as I walked out. The crowd burst into applause when they saw me. I got comfortable on the couch with Ceaser across from me. "So Peeta, how are you liking the Capitol?" he asks. I think of Prim, how she cried herself to sleep every night. "It's different," I manage. "How is it different?" asks Ceaser. I try to think of a light hearted response. "The showers," I say. The audience and Ceaser laugh and I smile. I see Katniss's face in my memory, the face when she couldn't save her sister. I try to keep it light hearted. "I have a question Ceaser; do I smell like roses to you?" I ask. He looks around, with a weird expression on his face. "Go on, take a whiff," I said. "Alright," he said and nodded. "Yes, do I smell like roses?" he asks. I sniffed him and the audience gasps. "Yes, yes, I'm sure you smell better than I do," I say. "I've lived here longer," he replies, drawing another laugh from the audience. We relax back in our seats and he asks "So Peeta. Tell me. Is there a special girl back home?" I think of Katniss. "No, no," I say. "Oh Peeta, surely you would, handsome lad like you," he grins. I give in. "Yes, but I don't think she even knew who I was before the reaping," I reply, a bit untruthfully. Ceaser's face falls and the audience sighs. "Well, I'll tell you what Peeta, you go out there, and you win this thing, then she'll HAVE to go out with you," he says. I think of Prim. "I think I'll try to give her something better," I say. "What?" he asks quietly. I take a deep breath. "Her sister back."