It sounded pretty good, even if Peeta had never had it and he wasn't entirely sure he knew what chickpeas were, either. When it came to food, he was always curious about new tastes and meals.
When she gave him the cupcake, though, he couldn't help but blush and look down at it before he looked back at her, wondering what he had done to warrant it as a treat or reward. He had experienced some of the opulence that existed in the Capitol, yes, but things like this were not given away so freely back in District 12. People lived more for themselves there out of sheer necessity. He told himself to save a cinnamon roll for her once they were done baking.
Peeta didn't like dwelling on his parents' bakery, even though baking gave a sense of comfort to him so it was helpful that she provided him with some distraction. "Yours sounds a lot better than mine, honestly," he admitted with a slight smile, before asking, "You're a pony?" Peeta was unable to stop his eyebrows from raising, sure he looked confused as all get out. "But..." How did that work? "Are there others like you here?"