Pinkie grew silent, she could hear frustration in his voice, and if she still had her pony features, her ears would be going back and her tail between her legs. Pinkie knew that sometimes her antics were overwhelming, but she never meant any harm by them, or to offend anyone either. She only knew what she knew, and she's discovered that her knowledge was not that much. Especially since coming to Marrowood.
Looking down at her fingers caked in frosting, Pinkie chewed her cheek, feeling completely ashamed. Picking up a towel, she wiped off her fingers and sighed, "I'm sorry you were forced to live like that," She didn't dare to look at Peeta now, opting to swirl the frosting on top of a cupcake with a spoon, "Where you come from does not sound nice. I wish there was something I could do. No one should be denied sweets."
Gaze finally lifted to look at Peeta. There was genuine sadness there her blue eyes, "I'm sorry."