"That's your cue, I s'pose," she says, glancing down at Sarge. A moment later, Molly's paws land on her leg, and she transfers her gaze to the terrier, who's clutching her ball in her mouth and wagging her tail hopefully. "And that's mine." She gives Peeta's hand a quick squeeze in return, then releases him and takes up the tennis ball, instead.

She lets a couple more cycles of throw and retrieve pass by before giving Peeta a thoughtful look. "You know, having the dogs around makes it easier for me to calm down after a bad dream. Have you ever thought about just keeping one?" After a beat, she adds, "And any one of the People could tell you I was all right, if you were worried."