Daine smiles when Peeta hands her a chunk of the bread, then starts to tear it into manageable pieces. Rather than toss them to the ground, though, she flicks them up into the air. There's no need to aim anywhere in particular; the crows are quick, and they dart through the branches to catch the morsels before they hit the ground. Sarge tracks each piece of bread with his eyes, and sighs heavily when he realizes none are being dropped.

"You've already had some," Daine reminds him, speaking aloud for Peeta's benefit. Sarge just gives her a put-upon look.