Peeta smiled hearing Katniss say that she had a talent with bows and arrows. He remembered the time he saw her with a bow and saw her pin a flying squirrel to a tree. Now that took talent. He smiled even brighter hearing her tell him about a talent of his, stregnth. He had lifted bags of flour since he was a little boy helping his parents with their bakery. He never thought of it as a talent, more a necesary thing that was required of him to have worth in his family. But perhaps it could be a talent in the Hunger Games. Before he could respond to Katniss he heard a shrill womans voice and looked to see that she was dressed in the most redidiculous pink and purple get up that he had ever seen. He remembered seeing her when his name was called for the Hunger Games in the first. He heard her order the boys and girls to seperate based on color to either side of the table. Peeta just gave the woman a look but he knew better then to not obey the elite. He went to his side of the table and found his labeled seat. He was thankful that it was not far from Katniss but still he kept silent for now not wanting to offend the elite anyway.