I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress.
"Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say.
"It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks.
"Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.
"Not if I keep looking at you," he says.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

I want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you. -Peeta Mellark

it is a perfect weapon