AN: I was bored, so I decided to update this. This chapter took longer than usual to write. Partly because I was updating my other stories and partly because I'm reading the House of Night series (I'm on the 5th, I think). Zoey's a slut and Stark is hot. Whoa, over 100 reviews? That. Is, Awesome. Listening to random Owl City songs. Is it just me or does Cave In sound like it's about suicide? And Rainbow Veins totally sounds like it's about drugs.

With those words, Katniss could see the end of hope, the beginning of the destruction of everything she held dear in the world. She felt utter despair crushing down on her, choking her, suffocating her. All hope was gone, shattered, carried away in the wind.

She also felt a desperate urge to eat some pink cookies, but that was just because she hadn't eaten in a while.

Because her life was so dang busy nowadays.

She barely had time to put her makeup on this morning.

Oh, the horror.

At least now she knew she had no choice but to run away. Even if it meant a lack of makeup and pink cookies. If she stayed, President Snow would surely behead her. And being headless wouldn't suit her at all. She liked to keep her head attached to her body, thank you very much. She was so damn picky sometimes.

Katniss was lost in her own thoughts, planning who she would bring. Gale, of course. She would have to remind him to bring his razor to keep himself occupied because he got quite annoying when bored. (She was instantly reminded of the occasion when they had to travel for a while and Gale had kept asking, "Are we there yet?" He had done that for the majority of the trip. Didn't he know that Katniss was even more clueless than he was?) She would have to bring Peeta along too. She made a mental note to bring an extra notebook for him. He would probably throw a fit if he couldn't write his poetry anymore. And she had to bring lots and lots of makeup and hope that it wouldn't run out too quickly. Of course, she wouldn't need makeup while on the run, but she preferred to wear it all the time anyway.

Because she's just awesome like that.

Katniss smiled at President Snow. "What do you think about us throwing them a wedding right here in the Capitol?" President Snow asked the audience, trying to act nice. Katniss knew he wasn't nice at all. Any man who threatened to behead her wasn't nice. In fact, President Snow was a meaniebutt.

"How do you feel about this?" Caesar Flickerman asked Katniss.

Katniss, being a total and complete spoon, couldn't think of an answer that didn't involve calling President Snow a meaniebutt right then and there for the whole of Panem to hear. Even she knew that wasn't a good idea. Now, putting makeup on animals after they've been caught and killed to make them prettier was Kaniss' definition of a good idea, so maybe her judgment was a bit…screwed up?

Katniss said the first thing that came to her mind. "I like pie!" she blurted.

Flickerman was confused for a moment. That's random, he thought. How did this girl ever win? He wasn't the only person in Panem having those thoughts. The Gamemakers were scratching their heads in disbelief. Had there been a mistake?

"Yes, I'm sure there will be lots of…um, pie at your wedding," Flickerman said awkwardly.

Katniss thought for a moment. "Pink cookies too."

Flickerman nodded, feeling sorry for whoever was going to have to prepare the food at Katniss' wedding.

Katniss' eyes widened with a sudden epiphany. Her newest realization was pure genius, and she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before. She decided to enlighten the world with her newfound knowledge. "Pink cookies are pretty," she said excitedly.

The people of Panem began seriously worrying about her sanity.

"Spoons are pretty, too!"

Somebody's going to the funny farm… But if Katniss was sent there, it wouldn't be the funny farm anymore. It would be more like the crazy-stupid-obsessed-with-makeup-and-totally-ditzy farm. Actually, Katniss would probably have fun there.

The party, held in the banquet room of President Snow's mansion had no equal. The only thing Katniss could criticize was the fact that there wasn't enough pink. If it had been up to her, everything would've been decorated with that amazing, amazing color and everyone would dance under a pink sky wearing pink clothing while socializing pinkly. Yes, that is actually a word. Of course, Katniss had used it wrong (did you actually expect her to use it right?), but whatever.

The real star of the evening was the food. It wasn't pink, but it was still delicious. Countless dishes and tables laden with delicacies lined the walls. It seemed like the cooks had even made an effort to make Katniss happy—there was a lot of pink food. (They had slathered a lot of dishes in edible paint) Katniss felt her mouth beginning to water—she started walking toward the food as if some uncontrollable force was pulling her toward it. There was a small voice inside her head that was freaking out about how fat the food was going to make her, but she paid no attention. She was mesmerized by the pinkness of the dishes.

And the pretty spoons.

Don't forget the pretty spoons.

"I want to taste everything in the room," Katniss said.

"I want to write a poem about all this food," Peeta said. Unfortunately, the only thing he could come up with was: "There is good. Food is good." But at least it rhymed!

Katniss went around the room, sampling the delicious food. She socialized. She danced. She lectured people about the awesomeness of the color pink. She did whatever was expected of her at a party.

Apparently, her mockingjay pin had started a new a new fashion sensation. Katniss was pleasantly surprised. It made her feel a warm sensation that made her feel all pink inside.

But then she realized that was just gas and went to the bathroom to release it.

People constantly sought Peeta and Katniss out and Katniss tried her best to be nice to them. But when she started ranting about how light pink was so much prettier than dark pink, they all made excuses to leave. Katniss wondered why.

Of course it wasn't because she was as boring as hell.

After a few tables, Katniss was stuffed even though she had only eaten small samples of the food.

"Why aren't you eating?" Octavia asked.

"I'm so full," Katniss complained. Her prep team laughed as if that was the funniest thing they had ever heard. They led Peeta and Katniss to a table that held tiny stemmed wineglasses filled with clear liquid.

"Drink this," Flavius said, holding out a glass to Peeta.

Peeta took a sip and they lost it. "You weren't supposed to drink it here!" Venia screamed.

Peeta widened his eyes. "Why?" he asked suspiciously. As he spoke, his face was turning a nice shade of blue. He grabbed at his throat and his eyes bugged out. He looked like he couldn't breathe. He tried to take shallow breaths, but couldn't get any air into his lungs. It was like invisible hands were choking him.

The prep team looked at him in surprise. "I think we made him drink the wrong thing," Octavia said as Peeta continued to try to breathe and failed.

Katniss looked at her prep team exasperatedly. "What was it supposed to make him do?"

"Well, it was supposed to make him puke," Flavius said.

"But apparently, we made him drink the wrong thing," Venia observed while looking at Peeta in amazement. His face was such a pretty shade of blue.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Katniss asked. Flavius walked over to Peeta and hit his back. Peeta took a deep breath immediately and his face returned to its normal color.

"I'm okay," he gasped. He took Katniss' hand and dragged her to the dance floor. "Let's just dance," he suggested. Katniss nodded.

"That was supposed to make me puke?" Peeta asked Katniss. She nodded.

"That would've been so gross," Katniss said, disgustedly.

Peeta leaned close to Katniss' ear and whispered something to her softly so that they would not be overheard.

"What did you say?" Katniss asked loudly (because she's a spoon), totally defeating the purpose of not being overheard. Several cameras turned to hear what Peeta had to say. He waited until the cameras turned away again before he whispered to Katniss, "Maybe we were wrong to try to subdue things in the districts."

Katniss gasped. "But if we don't, there will be less makeup," she protested.

Just then, Portia appeared with a large man who introduced himself as Plutarch Heavensbee, the new head Gamemaker. He asked Peeta if he could steal Katniss for a dance. Peeta agreed, muttering something about how he needed to write a new poem about spoons.

She didn't want to dance with Plutarch Heavensbee—he was quite fat. But she did anyway. They made small talk about the party, the entertainment, about makeup (though that wasn't really a conversation as it was basically just a seemingly endless monologue from Katniss).

"So you're the new Head Gamemaker? That must be an honor," Katniss said.

"Yes, the Quarter Quell games will be big. In fact, I have a strategy meeting tonight," he said.

Plutarch stepped back and pulled out a gold watch on a chain from a vest pocket. He flipped open the lid and frowned, seeing the time. "I have to go soon. The meeting starts at midnight."

Katniss was about to comment that seemed late for a meeting, but something distracted her.

No, it wasn't makeup, a pretty spoon, or the color pink, even though she would definitely be distracted by these things.

Plutarch ran his hand over the crystal face of the watch and just for a moment, an image appeared, glowing as if lit by candlelight. It was…

A butterfly.

Plutarch blushed and mumbled, "Oops, wrong watch." He hurriedly took another watch out of his pocket and opened the lid. He ran a hand over the face of the watch. This one showed a mockingjay. It glowed for a moment then disappeared. Plutarch snapped the watch closed.

"I liked the butterfly better," Katniss said.

Plutarch sighed. "I'm trying to give you a message here," he said to Katniss impatiently.

"Well, can you make it more obvious? Because I don't get it," she complained.

"But I'm trying to be discreet."

"But I still don't get it," the spoon replied.

Plutarch sighed again. "Well, just try to figure it out," he said. "And in the meantime, try to actually acquire some brains," he said under his breath, hoping Katniss wouldn't hear him.

"What did you say?" Katniss asked.

"Oh, nothing."

AN: Pinkly. That word makes me laugh. I don't know why, but I like my Katniss more than canon Katniss. She just makes me laugh. Please take a minute of your time and review. It seriously doesn't take that long. You have no idea how much a review can brighten up my day.

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