¨I wonˇt be much help with that；〃 Peeta says。 ¨Iˇve never hunted before。〃
¨Iˇll kill and you cook；〃 I say。 ¨And you can always gather。〃
¨I wish there was some sort of bread bush out there；〃 says Peeta。
¨The bread they sent me from District Eleven was still warm；〃 I say with a sigh。 ¨Here； chew these。〃 I hand him a couple of mint leaves and pop a few in my own mouth。
Itˇs hard to even see the projection in the sky； but itˇs clear enough to know there were no more deaths today。 So Cato and Thresh havenˇt had it out yet。
¨Where did Thresh go？ I mean； whatˇs on the far side of the circle？〃 I ask Peeta。
¨A field。 As far as you can see itˇs full of grasses as high as my shoulders。 I donˇt know； maybe some of them are grain。 There are patches of different colors。 But there are no paths；〃 says Peeta。
¨I bet some of them are grain。 I bet Thresh knows which ones； too；〃 I say。 ¨Did you go in there？〃
¨No。 Nobody really wanted to track Thresh down in that grass。 It has a sinister feeling to it。 Every time I look at that field； all I can think of are hidden things。 Snakes； and rabid animals； and quicksand；〃 Peeta says。 ¨There could be anything in there。〃
I donˇt say so but Peetaˇs words remind me of the warnings they give us about not going beyond the fence in District 12。 I canˇt help； for a moment； paring him with Gale； who would see that field as a potential source of food as well as a threat。 Thresh certainly did。 Itˇs not that Peetaˇs soft exactly； and heˇs proved heˇs not a coward。 But there are things you donˇt question too much； I guess； when your home always smells like baking bread； whereas Gale questions everything。 What would Peeta think of the irreverent banter that passes between us as we break the law