Hello there. Thanks Reader for reviewing. Philla is certainly not Katniss, and I'm definitely going to make it much different in the Arena. I also want the ending to be different too! That is, if I continue. Anyways, thanks for the review. It means a lot when I get a review on this story, since it is so…not popular.

Last full chapter…boo…but I might continue. Anyways, enjoy.

* "Stop fidgeting, Philla," Katniss commands as I cross and uncross my legs for the umpteenth time. I try my best to sit still, Rome snickering as I nearly fall out of my chair.

"You're hopeless," says Katniss, grimacing.

"I'm sorry."

She rolls her eyes and flips her braid over her shoulder, looking uncannily like a teenage girl. "You need to be separated. We'll never get any work done with you two distracting each other. We're going to practice both posture and questions."

My legs cross again on there own accord, and I twitch nervously. The question part I have been dreading ever since I got here. Sure, posture and smiles were one thing, but the actual questions were something I'm not sure I am prepared for.

"Ms. Hopeless first," sighs Katniss after shooting me a look. "Rome after. We'll alternate." She looks at Rome until he realizes that he should leave. He gets up and walks out the door. I feel even more nervous, being alone with Katniss.

She walks over to a dresser and pulls out a flowing blue gown and bright red heels. "Posture is important," she says. "You must carry yourself with pride."

I nod. Posture has never been much of a problem for me, seeing as my mother would never let me near the dinner table until I had learned to sit up straight, properly hold my utensils, and set the table. I only have just started slipping out of the routine, after she got too depressed to care. I miss her bossiness, in an odd way.

I can walk in the heels too, to my own surprise. I have never been a klutz, but I have also never worn heels before. I only wobble twice during the session. I walk to and from the chair for the last time, then Katniss tells me to sit down.

Katniss shuffles her neatly stacked cards in front of her, flipping through them til she pauses at a question.

"This is a good one. What do you consider your greatest weakness in the games?" Her eyes glint and her mouth hovers on a near grin.

I only have to think for a moment. "Well, I don't really like water mu-"

"Wrong," says Katniss cheerfully.

I look at her disbelievingly. "Wrong? How can it be wrong? It's an opinion!"

Katniss cackles. "An opinion that's giving the other tributes more information then they need. Try again."

I think harder. "I don't know?" It comes out with a question mark at the end.

She nods. "Be more sincere, though. And loveable. Which brings me to tactic." She looks at her cards for a moment. "Try…being bubbly."

I nod and swallow, folding my hands on my lap. "Bubbly."

She reads off her card. "What do you miss most about home?"

I think of Kona and my parents at home, trying there best to deal with me being gone. I think of the tears my mom has cried. The feelings my dad tries to suppress. I tell myself it is all my imagination, but if feels so real. My answer is stuck in my throat.

"Family," I whisper, forgetting to sound energetic and upbeat. I wipe a tear from my eye and stifle a sob. I can not be bubbly. I'm hopeless.

Katniss seems to know this too, due to her increased annoyance. She sighs heavily. "Okay. Try to be sexy."

I nod firmly, though I have never tried to be provocative in any way my entire life. I decide it's worth a try though.

Katniss selects a card. "What was your reaction to Rome kissing you during the opening ceremonies?"

"What? That's not on the card!" I yell, peering over the top to make sure. The card she is holding is blank. I rise up angrily, face flushing. "What are you doing?"

She rises too, a few inches higher then me. "I'm being realistic!" she yells back. "You must make them like you, or you will have no sponsors, no fans,and no chance! Now do what I say!"

I feel too shocked to move, yet my feet somehow slip out from under me and I land in the cushy seat. Katniss sits back down too, chest heaving, her face still red with anger.

"Sexy," she orders.

I am too shocked for a moment to say anything, then try my best. "I can't say I didn't like it," I say in a rougher voice, trying to look through my eyelashes. I give a half smile that feels more like a snarl.

"No," says Katniss, not even dwelling on it. "Calm."

And it goes on like that for a straight hour, personality after personality, and after I feel so tired that the next time I'm going to have to answer something I'll fall asleep instead. I rest my head on the back of the chair.

Katniss is still looking as bossy as ever. "Vulnerable," she orders. We are still on the same question. She looks at me expectantly.

I try to really think about that night. The smoke, the fire, the feeling of his lips on mine. Pleasure seeps through me, and I blush bright red. "I thought…."-I blush a darker shade. "That it was amazing!" The last part rushes out in a quick breath, stringing all the words together into a jumble. I duck my head to hide my smile.

Katniss jumps up, and for a second, I think she is angry again. But then she screams, "Yes! That's it!" She smiles, looking breathless with joy. "Thank goodness."

I can't help but grin, too. "So just act like I'm sort of embarrassed all the time?"

She shakes her head, but she is still smiling. "Act like everything is unbelievable. Just be honest, be cute, and blush a lot." She rolls her eyes. "In other words, be you when you're not angry."

I nod and stand up. "Can I go?" I ask.

She shoos me off, still happy. "Yes, yes! Go send for Rome!"

Her happiness is infectious, and I skip out the door. Rome is sitting in the dining room, helping himself to some roasted chicken.

"Done?" he asks. I nod. "Finally!" He stands up, chicken leg still in his hand.

"Katniss wants you now," I say.

He grins, then puts the chicken leg down. "Good. What's your tactic, Philly? Or is it confidential?" He raises an eyebrow.

I blush. "Um…vulnerable."

He laughs. "So, basically, you're yourself." He claps his hand together. "I'll try to be as complimentary as possible. Be back soon." And he rushes off to the door, looking almost excited.

I'm tempted to listen in, for an odd moment. To press my ear to the door and strain my hearing till I could tell what they were talking about. Would Katniss ask him the same questions?

I shake the thoughts out of my head and polish off Rome's half-eaten chicken leg for him. Then I sit down to wait.

It is less then thirty minutes when he comes striding out, grinning from ear to ear. Katniss follows him, shaking her head in a disbelieving sort of way.

"What are you doing?" I ask curiously.

He smiles an even wider, cockier grin. "The side of me you don't like."

"Angry?" I ask.

"Funny. Sexy. Slick." He laughs at the look on my face, then shrugs. "Katniss said it'll work."

Katniss smiles. "They'll love both of you, if all goes well."

Under the table, I cross my fingers and wish for the same thing.