Pinkie was leaning forward on the counter, balancing precariously on the edge and hanging off of Peeta's every word. A war? Riches as a prize? Pinkie thought it sounded like one of those history books that Twilight was always reading.
Without thinking, she dipped her finger in a bowl full of chocolate and licked them clean, "Your world sounds... intense." Pinkie bit her bottom lip and tilted her head to let her blue eyes study the attractive young man closer. "I'm glad you survived, though. Who would make the cinnamon buns if you didn't?" A bright, cheerful smile curled on her lips. Pinkie liked this boy, he was friendly and polite and had interesting stories.
"And what about... Katniss? Is that her name? What happened to her?"