"Yeah, I suppose so. But better than being from somewhere like here, right?" Peeta was coming to the decision that he didn't really like this man, not with the way he'd burst into the restaurant making demands for food testing and custard and pouting like that.
"I don't think any fish fingers that the hotel serves would be very trustworthy," he said as he started to put away all the meat he'd gotten out. At least the rest of the food was all meat. That was definitely something. It would be an awful waste if it went bad right away because he just left it sitting out. "But good luck with that."