"Wow." Peeta knew plenty of people who lived with their families, and he knew people were set to work at apple farms in District 11. He listened to her stories with the same mix of jealousy and genuine interest that he'd shown earlier, when she'd spoken of the pony games that were so unlike the Hunger Games. "Maybe we can make something with apples next time."
The rolls were just about set, so he had them out in a matter of moments and made sure to set four aside for Pinkie. As he started to ice them, he glanced over at her and smiled. "I'm really glad we were able to bake together today. It's nice to make new friends, even if it is somewhere here." Peeta could definitely see himself coming back here more than once. "Maybe we should do it again some time."