Life as Katnip...

I remember that night, it was a little after the death of my father. The worst part of my life. I was miserable and broken. I was going to give up, and be a failure to my family and everyone else. But then you came.

You saved me.

Boy did your mother scream at me. I’ve never heard a banshee before but that’s the closest I’ve came to it! I still don’t understand why you would suffice to getting hit by your mother just so my family and I could survive. You didn’t even know me! I feel forever in your debt for that. How would I even pay someone back for that?

“Hey Peeta, I made you some nice squirrel stew, oh and thanks for saving my life and everything.”

LOL, that wouldn’t work.

Ugh, I’ll have to think this over for a while…