He was so handsome. He looks so easy going, so relaxed. And it's almost more... Can she say erotic? Erotic, to see him in a shirt. She began to twist the leather bracelet, a gift from Jason to all the Centurions, on her left wrist as she tried to look like she wasn't starring at Finnick.

"Yeah. Well, it's Peeta and Lydia. They're, ah, really great at this sort of thing, y'know?" Her cheeks were starting to ache from smiling, but even glancing down to her lap did nothing to stop her.

Silence settled over the table for a few moments. Then, she spoke: "You're not going to dump pigs blood all over me, are you?"