He should've expected that he wouldn't be able to just leave it at that without further explanation. Peeta gave a wry smile and dusted the flour off of his hands before he shrugged, trying to think through the history he knew.
"Where I'm from... There was once a war, terrible war." Peeta mimicked the Capitol's wording unconsciously; it was hard to ignore what had been drilled into his head every single year. "The people rose up against the Capitol, but the Capitol restored peace to the United States. As a reminder, every year the Capitol forces each District to send two tributes, a boy and a girl, to fight to the death in the Hunger Games. The Victor wins riches and honor."
Except even though he'd surely received those riches, he'd gotten much more than he'd bargained for when he won his Games. They all had. Peeta still wasn't entirely sure that Marrowood wasn't a trick, schemed up by the Capitol as additional punishment. "Katniss and I won the 74th Hunger Games, but we were forced to go back for the 75th Hunger Games. He gestured to the jumpsuit he wore. "This is what I had to wear in the arena."