Max Caulfield & Peeta Mellark
"A good sign," Peeta said, a bit wistfully. Not much had been a good sign in his life. He laid his hand gently beside it on the table. "That's lovely."
Peeta shrugged a bit at the compliment. "I've had lots of practice. It started off with decorating cakes at my family's bakery, and then it turned out I was good at camouflage... and when I took to trying to put what I saw on paper, it just seemed like the next step. I had guidance and teachers too, of course." The Capitol had provided those when Peeta had taken painting as his Talent.