"Tell...her," R repeated, wishing he didn't sound as dull and nervous as he really felt. Tell her. Two words and his mind went blank just thinking about it. "She likes...pad thai. Su-shi. And...music."

Which was great and all except they already did that when he was stashing her in the airport: Julie was climbing the walls and totally ready to risk dodging her way through the other zombies by the end of those couple of days. R frowned at Peeta, unsure of how to put this, staring without actually blinking, his Dead-colored eyes seeming to look at a point past the human. The only thing he knew was he really, really liked having an ear ready to listen and do something besides grunt back. Felt better than he could ever really get.

"How to make...rrr...romantic?"

Good luck with that one, Peeta. R had asked a hard-hitting question without realizing it, figuring that he'd have all the answers.