Peeta still had trouble believing he wasn't in some strange dream half the time. Or that he wasn't actually dead, with Galador as some very unusual sort of afterlife. Things were so good here, it was hard not to expect the other shoe to drop at any moment.
Those feelings did lessen a little bit each day, and currently they weren't on Peeta's mind at all. His attention was solely focused on Katniss. The way it felt to have her hand holding his as they walked toward the diner. Or the way it felt to know she genuinely wanted to spend time with him.
He shook his head aimiably as he settled himself into the booth. "No, I don't mind at all. Henry told me the food here is very good. And it's nice to have some time to talk."