"Airhead?" I cocked my head. "Don't call me that, Foxface." She looked at me funny and mouthed "Foxface?"

"It's my little nickname for you. I never knew your real name."

"Well, airhead's my nickname for you. You couldn't have acted more like one at the interviews." Now I got it. We didn't know each other's names, so we made some up after things we saw in each other. But airhead? Seriously?

"Well, you look like a fox. Foxface."

"Please don't call me that. My name's Cassie."

"That's a weird name. What's your real one?" She laughed.

"Aldra. I hate it." I laughed.

"I can see why you changed names." Then it dawned on me. Foxface was alive. Peeta didn't kill Foxface. What's going on?! "How were you able to fool the whole country of Panem?"

"Easy. I faked my own death. The berries Peeta had weren't poisonous, at least the ones I took. I'm not stupid. I pretended to be dead while the claw picked me up and dropped me on the train that was to take my body home. During my wake, I showed my brother that I was alive. You should've seen his face…" She smirked again. "Then, I told him that I was going to be buried alive, and it was his job to dig me up. I knew that my life was in his hands, but I might've died in the Games anyway, so if I was meant to die I was willing to let that happen."

"Wow. You're crazy," I commented. "Why didn't you just leave right then and there?"

"Because they would've suspected something fishy about me. My way, it looked like a mere grave robbery."

"I must admit," Peeta joined in. "That's pretty genius."

"Oh, I know," Foxface touted, flipping her hair behind her right shoulder. "I wanted a second chance in the Games. You guys were getting all the sponsors. Soon enough, I was gonna starve to death, and you guys were gonna win. That's why I volunteered, and that's why I escaped to District 12."

"But wouldn't they know that you weren't an actual resident of our district, or even Panem?" I tried to piece this together in my head, but it was impossible without a mind like "Cassie."

"I told then I was an immigrant. I was put into a jail for a while, but they set me free when I was deemed not a threat."

"How's your hair blonde? I thought hair dye was only allowed to be used by people in the Capitol."

"I bleached it. You know, that stuff we use for laundry? I was reading some forbidden books (it wasn't like I had anything to lose) and it said that if I soaked my hair in bleach, it would change colors. And it did." She flipped it again. Worked out fabulously, I must say.

"But- I just don't get it. How did you think of this during the Games. You were already stressed out."

"I do my best work under pressure," she replied with another sly smile.

"It's a shame," I said. "I liked your red hair." Foxface frowned.

"So did I. Oh well. It's either this, or death. I choose this." She pointed at her head.

"Do you think the Capitol will notice that this isn't your real hair color.

"If they do, I'll say I fell into a vat of bleach or something."

"You're a genius, Cassie." She smiled.

"I know."

"What if there's someone who's just as clever as you?"

"I'll think of a new plan, probably the same thing but in a different way. I choose my death." She smirked once again.

"You smirk a lot," Peeta said, pointing at her mouth.

"You lie a lot," she said, making the shape of a heart with her two hands, and then symbolically breaking it. I looked at Peeta.

"How did you know?" We said at the same time, looking at each other again.

"I know people." She smiled, but this time it looked genuine. "I read people."

"Foxface, you know if the Capitol finds out what you did, and finds out we're in cahoots with you, we'll face even worse penalty than they already want to inflict on us."

"Did you seriously just say 'cahoots?'" She laughed. Peeta gave a short chuckle. I glared at him, and he looked down.

"Well, Cassie, it's time to meet President Snow. Again." I smiled at her. There was no reason for me not to like her. She didn't bother me.

"Fantastic." We found the other Tribute's cabin, then made our way to the dining room cabin again. There, President Snow, Effie, and Haymitch sat at the ornate mahogany table with empty plates and cups. Snow stood up.

"Wow, Cassie. You look familiar…" He trailed off, deep in thought. I looked at Foxface, who was looking at me. We both had worried looks on our faces.

"Yes, you look much like someone I knew once. What was her name… Aldra?"