第10部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

iver　and　puffy　bread　until　thereˇs　a　knock　on　the　door。　Effieˇs　calling　me　to　dinner。

Good。　Iˇm　starving。

Peeta；　Cinna；　and　Portia　are　standing　out　on　a　balcony　that　overlooks　the　Capitol　when　we　enter　the　dining　room。　Iˇm　glad　to　see　the　stylists；　particularly　after　I　hear　that　Haymitch　will　be　joining　us。　A　meal　presided　over　by　just

Effie　and　Haymitch　is　bound　to　be　a　disaster。　Besides；　dinner　isnˇt　really　about　food；　itˇs　about　planning　out　our　strategies；　and　Cinna　and　Portia　have　already　proven　how　valuable　they　are。

A　silent　young　man　dressed　in　a　white　tunic　offers　us　all　stemmed　glasses　of　wine。　I　think　about　turning　it　down；　but　Iˇve　never　had　wine；　except　the　homemade　stuff　my　mother　uses　for　coughs；　and　when　will　I　get　a　chance　to　try　it　again？　I　take　a　sip　of　the　tart；　dry　liquid　and　secretly　think　it　could　be　improved　by　a　few　spoonfuls　of　honey。

Haymitch　shows　up　just　as　dinner　is　being　served。　It　looks　as　if　heˇs　had　his　own　stylist　because　heˇs　clean　and　groomed　and　about　as　sober　as　Iˇve　ever　seen　him。　He　doesnˇt　refuse　the　offer　of　wine；　but　when　he　starts　in　on　his　soup；　I　realize　itˇs　the　first　time　Iˇve　ever　seen　him　eat。　Maybe　he　really　will　pull　himself　together　long　enough　to　help　us。

Cinna　and　Portia　seem　to　have　a　civilizing　effect　on　Haymitch　and　Effie。　At　least　theyˇre　addressing　each　other　decently。　And　they　both　have　nothing　but　praise　for　our　stylistsˇ　opening　act。　While　they　make　small　talk；　I　concentrate　on　the　meal。　Mushroom　soup；　bitter　greens　with　tomatoes　the　size　of　peas；　rare　roast　beef　sliced　as　thin　as　paper；　noodles　in　a　green　sauce；　cheese　that　melts　on　your　tongue　served　with　sweet　blue　grapes。　The　servers；　all　young　people　dressed　in　white　tunics　like　the　one　who　gave　us　wine；　move　w