"We could do it, I bet," I say, and for a moment — not long, but enough to count — I forget to worry. In that span of time, it actually seems plausible, the kind of future I've never really let myself consider, that we certainly would never have had back in Panem. I smile over at him as I speak, having moved to stand beside him, ready to put whatever's left away when he finishes with them. "I could hunt for the meat. You could do any baking, and make it all look nice, and we'd both cook. Finnick could get us fish, Prim could greet everyone."