Mutants. The word was similar to one from Peeta's world - muttations, or mutts for short, the sinister creations the Capitol had made in their war against the Districts and continued to make for the Games each year. Peeta didn't think that was what Kurt meant, though. Kurt mostly seemed like a normal boy, except for the blue skin, not a creature bent on destruction.
"Well, my mom's one person I'm glad isn't here," Peeta joked. It wasn't entirely true, but he had never had the best relationship with his mother. She had been hard, sometimes violent, and had never really believed in him. "Mutants, huh? Are there lots of mutants where you come from?"