A place to rest... [ATOA'S TRIO!]

I dozed on and off for the next few hours. In between I picked up scraps of conversations exchanged by Zanne and Fyuori. The high snow packed in and kept my body heat in. I didn't want to leave this spot.
It then occured to me that we hadn't really eaten anything besides some frozen berries.
"How are we going to cook that rabbit?" I asked.
"I don't know," Fyuori said. "I think we're just going to have to risk a fire. The treetops are thick enough to cover us."
Zanne scouted around for wood and tender while Fyuori skinned the rabbit, laughing, "Guess it was a good thing my dad taught me one thousand and one ways to slotter animals." I didn't know whether to be impressed or a little frightened. Doing some poking around on my own, I found a few basil leaves and some of those spicy yellow peppers that they sometimes serve with pizza. There was a horde of them, so Fyuori and I chewed away at some of them while Zanne looked on almost disgusted. "How can you stand something that spicy plain?" she asked.
Fyuori smiled. "Practice, my fellow tribute. Practice." And with that she took another bite out of the pepper that made Zanne decide to cut some more tender.
When we had everything in order (it was decided that we wouldn't stuff the rabbit with peppers, and Zanne couldn't stand them), Fyuori took out the matches and carefully lit the thin wood tender. With a delicate flautist's breath, she fed the flames until it was burning the rest of the wood. Zanne adjusted some branches around so it would have minimal smoke. With some pieces of string and branches, we tied the rabbit to a hand-made spit and set it on two stands for it to rest on while we turned it. Fyuori opened the can of nuts, forced some into me ("You need to keep your protein up!") and dumped the rest with the bread. Taking the can, she supported it on a few branches and set it under the rabbit to catch the oil and juice that dripped down, occasionally stirring in some snow, basil, and pepper.
"It can't beat chicken broth," Fyuori said as she stirred it. "But this can be tomorrow's breakfast." I had to admit, it smelled fairly nice. The rabbit was fully cooked, and using the blade of a pike and a few arrows we cut off some pieces and began our first real meal in the Arena. Zanne took the head and strung up a trap with it. "Maybe we'll have something bigger and better to eat," she said.
"Or maybe we'll have ourselves another trib to take out," Fyuori added.
"Yeah, that's a great idea!" I said. "We should set up a trap with the soup! Someone could smell it for miles!"
"ONLY when we're ready," Fyuori said, capping the can of soup and taking another bite of rabbit and pepper. "That needs planning. We need fallback plans in case we attracted a herd of Careers. And also what to do about YOU."
"Well, it's gotta happen sooner or later," Zanne said. "Whether we like it or not."
I agreed. It's inevitable. It won't be long until the Gamemakers decide to stir things up even worse.