Peeta could remember the roses they stocked in the interview room, for the final live interview. The one he and Katniss did after they won the games. It wasn't that he had any special vendetta against roses or anything. They were a beautiful flower, and he'd worked hard to paint one in all of it's complexity. But roses didn't seem special. Everyone used roses, here. And they didn't even grow them themselves!
"Yeah, they have sunflowers here!" Peeta nodded enthusiastically. He'd seen them more in pictures then in person, and he wasn't sure if they were grown normally, or genetically. But he knew they could find some. If they were back in District Twelve, they would find plenty of dandelions.
"Blue ribbons, too. They have those here. Maybe sometime we can go flower shopping together, see what they have around the city?" He sounded excited, but his eyes glanced over to a clock in the corner. "Oh, shoot. I'm sorry, R, I have to go, Effie-- my escort-- she's going to be really upset if I'm late." He got up from where he was sitting, looking down at his sketchbook in his hand. Flipping it open, he pulled out a few of the pages and set them down on R's lap.
"For you. I'll talk to you later, okay?" With that, Peeta left. There were four pages, made of thick drawing paper, so maybe it would be easy to hold for him. A page of flowers, a page of the lobby. A quick sketch of R, and a picture of Julie that he had done when he saw her. He's been doing sketches of all the tributes, but he could always do some again.
No problem! :D
"Yeah, they have sunflowers here!" Peeta nodded enthusiastically. He'd seen them more in pictures then in person, and he wasn't sure if they were grown normally, or genetically. But he knew they could find some. If they were back in District Twelve, they would find plenty of dandelions.
"Blue ribbons, too. They have those here. Maybe sometime we can go flower shopping together, see what they have around the city?" He sounded excited, but his eyes glanced over to a clock in the corner. "Oh, shoot. I'm sorry, R, I have to go, Effie-- my escort-- she's going to be really upset if I'm late." He got up from where he was sitting, looking down at his sketchbook in his hand. Flipping it open, he pulled out a few of the pages and set them down on R's lap.
"For you. I'll talk to you later, okay?" With that, Peeta left. There were four pages, made of thick drawing paper, so maybe it would be easy to hold for him. A page of flowers, a page of the lobby. A quick sketch of R, and a picture of Julie that he had done when he saw her. He's been doing sketches of all the tributes, but he could always do some again.