"Maybe. Gale says it's been on more regularly, though."

It came so naturally to mention Gale, it wasn't till it was out of her mouth that she started doubting it. But what else was she suppose to say? Peeta wouldn't appreciate her being strange and vague.

Still, she moved on quickly.

"Trying to make them look less miserable then they are in a variety of creative ways, I'd bet." She snorted, looking down at the rough, uneven ground under their feet. The meadow, in summer, could pass for beautiful. In winter, it was just sad. Still, nice to get some fresh air. Some quiet, fresh air.