Beck eyeballs the peacekeepers. Compared to the rest of District 12, they stick out like sore thumbs. There wasn't any of those guys in the Capitol, were there?. But Peeta's not really paying any attention to them, so he falls right in sync. Better to play dumb, rather than cause any trouble. Assuming that these guys were trouble, anyway.

He looked around at the tables of food, and smiled. Despite how...simple this district looked, the food actually smelled pretty good. Beck didn't want to say he downright judged them, but he kind of did.

"This all looks really good." He said, looking to Peeta and smiling. "Did you help at all with this?"