“Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”

“His face and arms are so artfully disguised as to be invisible. I kneel beside him. “I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.” Peeta smiles. “Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”

“Katniss: I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.Peeta: Yes, frosting. The final defence of the dying. (252)”

“He frosted under heavy guard.”

“I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.”

“Finally, the intercom crackles and Hatmitch's acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, 'And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.”

“Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally."No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?”