"Keep it down, before you attract every animal in sight!" Ravi hisses at him, still working with the oven as he checks on them without opening it, on his hands and knees to make sure that he's not burning them without opening up the oven to lose the heat. Glaring at Major, he thinks if he'd ruined a batch, then no one's getting these burned babies.

It's morbid and awful to think about, but at least Peeta's brain is offering a kindness even after he's gone. "I think it's a shame this one's limited," he complains. "Though I've definitely been writing down the recipes in my head. He's good at this."