Three

Katniss, Peeta, and Effie sat at a lavish table on the train to the capitol. A feast of glorious Capitol delicacies sat before them. Katniss and Effie daintily folded a napkin in their laps and gracefully picked up their forks to eat only two bites of food while Peeta grabbed the mashed potatoes and shoved his face into it.

"Imph meeds gwavee," he mumbled into the mush.

"Pardon me?" Effie asked, dabbing her mouth with her napkin (even though she hadn't eaten anything yet).

"IT NEEDS GRAVY!" Peeta yelled, pulling his face out of the potatoes and spraying the women with globs of it.

Effie and Katniss winced as the blobs smacked into them, and Effie glared at Peeta angrily.

Peeta was oblivious as he reached across Effie's plate for the gravy, dragging his mud-stained sleeve through Effie's peas and knocking some into her lap. He picked up the gravy and pulled it back towards him, sloshing some of the brown sauce onto Effie's shirt. Effie clenched her fists.

He dumped the entire bowl onto the mashed potatoes, causing some to spill onto the tablecloth, and—again—on Effie.

"Naw, I don't really want mashed potatoes," Peeta decided, staring at his plate, "You can have it, Effie." Peeta smiled, tossing the plate at her. It smacked into her face and stuck there, sliding slowly down to land in her lap. Effie looked murderous.

The final straw was when the cake was brought out. As Katniss and Effie exquisitely cut themselves a piece, Peeta simply grabbed a handful and shoved it into his mouth, icing dribbling down his chin.

Effie clutched her fork. "YOU HAVE NO TABLE MANNERS!" She screamed, and chucked the fork at Peeta's face. It nailed him right in the eyebrow and he fell from his chair, dead.

"So how was your day, Katniss?" Effie asked, polite as ever.

Four

"Come on everyone!" Haymitch called brightly, skipping giddily down the hallway towards the elevators with a glass of strong-smelling red liquid in his hand. "It's time for training!"

"Yay!" Peeta clapped his hands like a child, running after Haymitch as fast as he could (which wasn't that fast).

Katniss, not being a morning person, rolled her eyes at the two and dragged her feet down the hallway.

As Katniss stepped into the elevator with the two (probably drunk) men, Peeta grabbed her arm, "Aren't you excited for training, Katniss? It'll be so much fun!"

"Yes. I. Am. So. Excited," Katniss replied sarcastically, glaring at Peeta angrily.

"Yes, I know! I can't wait to meet all of the other trainees!" Peeta jumped up and down like a girl.

"Wow. I'm so excited to meet the people who are going to kill us," Katniss replied in monotone, hoping Peeta would get it!

Before Peeta could reply, the elevator doors whooshed open and they were in the Training Center. The three walked into the small outer room to find a tall, burly blonde boy standing in front of them.

"Um… Hello," Katniss greeted, quite smitten.

"Hello. I'm Cato," The boy puffed out his chest and grinned cockily.

"It's Caaaaato. Cato the caaareeeeeeeeer," Three scantily-clad girls popped up behind him and sang out in high voices.

"Um, that's nice," Katniss looked murderously at the three girls. She hated singing!

"Okay, guys!" Haymitch ran up behind them, "Go do… stuff! But don't anything to help you survive—I mean… Good luck!"

"Thanks Hay-hay!" Peeta grinned and ran off towards the "shiny objects". Katniss sighed and followed.

"Peeeeeta!" Katniss whined, "we need to do something unproductive!"

"Yay! Unproductive things are my favorite!"

"Let's go tie nooses! We can use them to hunt. Not," Katniss suggested. They hurried over to the knot tying station.

The man seemed quite happy to have students. A few minutes later, Peeta had gotten bored and wandered off to do who knows what and Katniss had tied a successful snare.

"Hey Catnip! Watcha doin'?" Peeta wanders back over.

"Hey! Only Gale can call me Catnip, you stupid ooberfloggin!" Katniss screamed as Peeta walked right over her snare. He was hung upside-down by his foot.

Katniss slapped her forehead, "Peeta you bana—"

"PIÑATA!" A small girl screeched, streaking across the room to beat Peeta with a stick until he was unresponsive. "Where's the candy? Where's the candy? Where's the candy?"

"So, are there any other snares you can teach me?" Katniss turned back to the man excitedly.