Peeta's eyes widened as a cloud of flour lifted off of her hands and into the air around them. Now that he was thinking about it, he was sure that he truly had never seen so exuberant a person before. Everyone back home had been so... well, morose. Grumpy, even. Not that he blamed them, given the circumstances in which they lived and how thoroughly they'd been oppressed. There were moments of happiness here and there, he was sure, but they were hard to come by.
Pinkie Pie, though, she looked like she ate, slept, and breathed happiness. It was refreshing.
He followed her over to where she'd set out ingredients for him, feeling shy about how ready and willing she was to help him in his quest for cinnamon rolls. "All of that sounds great, yeah." He walked over to retrieve the milk, butter, and eggs that he'd need, his smile widening as he set them down on the counter. "I'm Peeta Mellark. It's really nice to meet you."
Peeta washed his hands and prepped the yeast and water for the rolls before he glanced over at Pinkie. He was still admittedly a bit skeptical about the fact that Marrowood was just letting them have all these ingredients to use, certain there had to be a trick somewhere, but she sounded like she'd been baking here for at least a while. Wouldn't she know by now if something wasn't right?