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"What is this?"
I hold up the most ridiculous-looking clothing item I've seen in a while (granted that it's been years since I've been to the Capital).
"How do I even.." I turn the thing over in my hands, trying for the life of me to figure out what should go where.
Haymitch has been laughing to himself ever since I opened the box that arrived on our doorstep this afternoon, but I'm about ready to throw him out, curtousy be damned. I glare at him, sitting there at the kitchen table with a half-empty bottle in his hand.
"Those are your new pants, sweetheart," he explains smugly, "Plenty of room at the waist. You're gonna need it."
I stretch the material between my fingers. Wearing these circus pants would mean admitting it, making it real. Tears spring to my eyes and I have to turn my back to my house guest. I feel completely out of control and I hate it. And now I have to wear these stupid new clothes.
Sniffing and running the back of my hand over my eyes, I return to the box and dig out another garment- flowing yellow cotton. It's a dress. I groan.
"There's a green one in there, too, if you'd like that better."
I turn to the kitchen entryway where Peeta now stands, his expression half-excited, half-wary. He knows I'm not a big fan of dresses.
"I was hoping you'd wait to open that until I got home," he says with a grin, crossing the room and coming to stand by me at the counter. He kisses my temple in greeting.
"Haymitch and I got curious," I explain, nodding my head in the drunkard's direction. He raises his bottle in a lazy salute.
"Do I have to wear these?" I ask, turning back to Peeta, holding up the pants with the thick elastic waistband.
"You don't have to wear anything," he responds with a smirk, "but I think you'll want these, especially in the next few months."
"They look ridiculous," I scoff, throwing the pants back in the box indignantly, "And dresses, Peeta? Really?"
I know I'm being dramatic, but I just cant get a handle on my emotions lately. I stomp out of the kitchen to the tune of laughter from Haymitch and eventually Peeta as well.
"You're halfway there, kid," I hear Haymitch chortle, and Peeta glumly asks if he has any advice.
I know it's coming before he even utters the words:
"Stay alive."
