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"What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?"
"I’ll rip off your cape if you’ll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.
"Deal," I say. Maybe, if we can get them off soon enough, we’ll avoid the worst burns. It’s bad though. They’ll throw us into the arena no matter what condition we’re in.
"I know we promised Haymitch we’d do exactly what they said, but I don’t think he considered this angle."
"Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn’t he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?" says Peeta.
"With all that alcohol in him, it’s probably not advisable to have him around an open flame," I say.
And suddenly we’re both laughing. I guess we’re both so nervous about the Games and more pressingly, petrified of being turned into human torches, we’re not acting sensibly."