“What are we going to do to get off of the island?” His voice was serious, and I knew that the joking part of the morning was done. “We also need to think about how we’re going to protect ourselves. Just in case.” “Oh God, I feel like I’m Katniss and you’re Peeta. Only, I don’t know how to shoot a bow and arrow. Not that I have a bow and arrow, and I don’t think you know how to bake bread.” “What?” He looked annoyed. “Who are Katty and Peter?”
