[Maybe it was kind. But she's not so quick to call it that. She can't hunt in this rain, not in this downfall. And she needs something, anything to keep herself busy. From cursing Peeta Mellark's name every five seconds. Him and his stupid, stupid desire to do these missions.
It's just as every bit selfish as kind in her eyes. The only way to keep her hands and mind busy.
She looks down at the rock hard lumps on the tray and frowns.] They were supposed to be cookies.
action;
It's just as every bit selfish as kind in her eyes. The only way to keep her hands and mind busy.
She looks down at the rock hard lumps on the tray and frowns.] They were supposed to be cookies.