Do I go or do I not go? This is tough. I can't pick, what AM I GOING TO DO? I NEED SERIOUS EXPERT ADVICE! Oh wait, then I can just talk to myself, duh. If I go I can save Feta, and I can truly become SUPER FATNISS! If I can't be a doctor they'll become a superhero. This will be so fun! However I'll need some way of disguising the sleep syrup that way Feta isn't too suspicious. When I first think syrup, I think of MAPLE SYRUP! And it is a very maple colour, he'll totally think it's maple syrup. However, how on earth will I make pancakes? All I really need is flour, eggs, and oil, maybe Feta has had a sponsor. I look inside his bag, and it is ridiculous how many prefer him to me! He has a full set of eggs, seven loaves of bread , eight bags of flour, a whole bottle of oil, sugar, and a fire starting kit. WHO WOULD PICK A BAKER OVER AN AWESOME, EPIC, CRAZY ARCHER?

"I promised to the audience if I got sponsors, then I would bake something for you, but I never got to it, because I was so injured and all." Feta sighed. "Speaking of which, could I please, please, please let me keep watch tonight while you sleep, people will be hurrying to the feast, and they might run by us!"

He is saying this, but I think he is really hoping that I won't go, he would be too weak to fight even little Coo, and I shielded the cave we found beside the lake pretty well with vines, they could fool an animal and human any day, except maybe Foxface. That fox is so smart to stay alive by staying hidden in the entire games so far, kinda like Coo, but, also like a fox, she is sly, and may kill us in our sleep, very unlike Coo.

Pancakes is my specialty, maybe because they're an easy dish. It's just flour, eggs butter and oil mixed together and then heated up and flipped. Pretty fun. I mix them easily and hang it over the stove. Now to flip it! I jerk my stove causing the unfinished pancake to truly fly. I catch it and throw it back into the pan. Nice! I flip it a couple more times, not to check if each side is cooked fully, but simple because it's so fun! Then I realise, the feast will start in about two hours, I better stop fooling around. I take the bowl off the stove and poured the sleep syrup right over it. I make sure to get it all in, it all has to go in, or else he won't fall asleep for long enough for me to go. When I serve the pancake to Feta, I expect him to be very pleased, but he looks slightly disgusted. I was about to slap him in the face, but then I remember, we're supposed to be in love, that's why the Gamemakers made us allys, after all. I need to be kind to him, so even as he looks at me like I'm a fool, I smile warmly.

"You said you never got the chance to bake you something, so I made some for you. I even got a sponsor with maple syrup, so I'd thought I'd make you an extra special treat!" My smile doubles. "Bon Appetit!"

"It's a nice idea, Fatniss, but I really don't like maple syrup. I'm sorry." he pushes away my wonderful masterpiece.

WHAT KIND OF IDIOT HATES MAPLE SYRUP, IT'S THE BEST KIND OF DRESSING EVER! That's what I really think, but of course I can't say that.

"B-but, love," he stares at me, probably surprised that I called him love, "you need it, you have to get your strength up, or you'll, or you'll-"

"Okay, dear," he smiles, now he's realised we are "in love", "I'll have your pancake, you made it all just for me," he even gives me a peck on the cheek.

He eats one third of it, and nods, "not bad," he says.

Then he takes another. One left to go!

His face looks somewhat puzzled, I don't really know what the syrup really tastes like, it just looked like maple syrup.

"It's a quite a bit more bitter." he says.

He takes one more.

"It takes a bit more like sleep syrup... wait! SLEEP SYRUP!"

I cover his mouth and nose as he tries to vomit it out. He knows I am trying to go to the feast, he is fighting desperately to not be forced to swallow it.

But he does it.

He is already nodding off, but as I leave, he croaks,

"Fatniss... I love you... please don't go... please-" he couldn't finish the sentence.

As I run off to the Mournodopia, I realise I can barely see.

I am crying.