It had been good to see his friends from before. They had gotten to him as soon as that train door opened (okay, not really then, but when he was free), and they grilled him about the Capitol and the games, and the new tributes. A lot of the younger ones wanted to know what it was like there, while some of the older wanted a different kind of information.

Peeta was glad to give it all, promising they'd talk after school, or work. Being in the bakery had been the most relaxing thing he'd done in awhile, and it felt good, to see what he'd done, out on the tables for everyone to enjoy.

He turns a little, taking the mug gratefully with a smile.

"Hey."