“KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE”

“Want a sugar cube?”

“Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.”

“Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [...] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?”

“Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.”

“He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,” I say in my best seductive voice.”

“It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.”