Clove felt Cato stop behind her and she silently turned around, seeing the bird as well. "Your kill?" She asked in a whisper.

"No, you can. I can't throw the sword." Cato smirked lightly.

Clove smiled and giggled silently. She threw a knife in one smooth motion and beheaded the bird.

"The girl with the knives; gets another clean shot." Cato smiled.

Clove laughed and walked up to the bird, removing her knife from it's neck and wiping it clean. She de-feathered the bird and sat down.

"Do you have a lighter?" She asked Cato.

Cato patted the pockets on his jeans and shook his head. "Wait," he removed the backpack from his shoulders and unzipped a pocket on the side. Cato removed a black lighter.

Clove grinned and broke of a few branches. "Here ok?"

Cato nodded and dropped the lighter by her.

"Thanks." Clove said, setting up the branches. She set them on fire and stuck her knife through the bird, holding it over the fire. She hoped it would be tasty.

Cato sat down by the fire, staring at the flames.

Clove was beginning to wish that she knew more about food. When she thought it was cooked she pulled it out of the fire. "Got any seasoning in that bag?" The bird didn't exactly look that appetising.

* * *

Cato shook his head. "Only a bit of dried fruit, some plastic, rope and a knife."

"Damn." Clove said. She held the bird out to Cato, by the knife, so he could have the he could have the first choice.

"I don't mind," he told her.

Clove looked Cato in the eyes and smiled. "Choose."

"Just a leg." Cato smirked, grabbing the leg and leaning back, running his fingers over the blade of his sword.

Clove took a wing from the bird and took a bite of it. It wasn't the nicest thing she'd ever eaten, but it was quite filling.

Cato ate what he was given, he wasn't that hungry to be honest. He wiped his hands on his jeans.

Clove ate the other wing before stopping. There was still a bit of meat on the bird.

Cato glanced at Clove.

Clove held the bird back out to him. "Sure you don't want any more?" She asked.

Cato shook his head. "I am all good." He smiled.

Clove smiled back. "Then can I please have the plastic? Might as well save it for lunch."

Cato handed her the plastic and then lent back against the tree, closing his eyes lightly. "It's nice today."

Clove nodded. "That it is."

* * *

Cato sighed and opened his eyes again.

"I wonder why?" Clove asked.

"Wonder why what?" Cato asked her.

"I wonder why the gamemakers made it a nice day today." Clove replied.

Cato shrugged his shoulders.

Clove got up and stomped on the fire. She wasn't in the mood for a tribute to find them. She pulled the knife out of the bird and wrapped the bird in the plastic, handing the plastic to Cato, before sitting back down.

Cato put it away again and sat back; resting his hands behind his head and soaking in the sun.

Clove sat down beside Cato and leaned on the tree as well. She closed her eyes. It was so relaxing.

Cato was dozing off slowly, startling awake.

Clove was doing the same thing. "Maybe we should start moving?" She suggested weakly.