"Lucy Gray," he said in his normal voice. "Lucy Gray. It's not too late to work something out." Of course, it was, but he owed her nothing. Certainly… - Suzanne Collins

And may the odds—" He tosses a berry in a high arc toward me. I catch it in my mouth and break the delicate skin with my teeth. The sweet tartness explodes across my tongue. "—be ever in your favor!

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it...