Look at Katniss, then at Prim, and back, Connor nodded. "I think we'd all like it if you stayed." He stated softly, pushing himself away from the wall. "We're having lunch, and I can fix you something, too. How old are you, Katniss?" Connor asked softly, blue eyes watching her as he stepped around her.
He held an arm out towards the kitchen with a soft smile. "Go ahead, we can talk while we eat. It's no problem." He said, wanting to know more about her.