I'm going to wake Peeta, I say. No, wait, says Finnick. Let's do it together. Put our faces right in front of his. Well, there's so little opportunity for fun left in my life, I agree. We position ourselves on either side of Peeta, lean over until our faces are inches frim his nose, and give him a shake. Peeta. Peeta, wake up, I say in a soft, singsong voice. His eyelids flutter open and then he jumps like we've stabbed him. Aa! Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta's attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again