He mirrored her body language almost unconsciously, tilting his head in the opposite direction as he considered this. "Yeah. I mean, it makes sense." His whole life, so far, had just been a lot of 'feeling nothing but scared, as she'd put it'. The more Peeta thought about it, the more frustrating it became. "I've already died once. What can I really be scared of, now?"
Peeta hadn't really liked the Capitol parties, but maybe something here would be more, well. Fun. "Okay. We can throw a party. I don't really know how to throw a party, but somehow I get the feeling like you're going to end up throwing the party and I'll just do whatever work you need me to do." He didn't say it meanly, more just like stating a fact. It was the way their personalities seemed to be. "So where does one usually throw a party? Are we going to have to get the ghosts to clear out somewhere for it?"