"That sounds a lot better than those games," Peeta said with a smile. He wasn't sure how to imagine it and how that worked with ponies, but ribbons and trophies were decidedly more friendly. "What kinds of games do you do?" She'd spoken of her home with such high regard; Peeta hoped she'd welcome a new topic -- especially as the questions she'd just asked him were pretty complex.
"We're, um. I don't know what we are." Peeta had been heartbroken to learn that Katniss had just been pretending during their first games, and he'd almost entirely gotten accustomed to the fact that she wouldn't return his affections. And he was okay with that, really, because in their lives they had more important things to worry about. But then they'd kissed at the water and he'd let himself hope again. "We could be, I think. But I don't know what she wants."
And as for whether he'd rather be in Marrowood or be at home? "I don't feel free in either place, like I can do whatever I want and live my life the way I want it to be." He knew others came from places that were better than his home, just like Pinkie herself. "I'm scared about what'll happen at home and here. But in a way, I guess I feel better here. Like we're not all fighting to kill each other, we're just.... trying to all work together, you know?"