Peeta wasn't sure if werewolves existed in his world, but considering muttations and what the Capitol was capable of, he genuinely wouldn't have been all that surprised to know it was possible. Finding out that Lavender was one, though, was a shock. It was so unlike the way she was, his mental image of werewolves. He couldn't make sense of it, but he was glad she had someone who could help.
"I think I spoke to her once, when I first arrived." Peeta glanced down at himself, brushing his hands over the front of the jeans and assessing how it looked. "She seemed really nice. I guess it's good we have some kind of leadership here."
He kind of wished he hadn't mentioned the whole Katniss thing to her; Lavender seemed a little fixated on his feelings for her, just like Pinkie had been. "She's okay," he said, obviously shy. "Um, nothing's really changed though. But I think I like these jeans the best."