Peeta accepts the piece of roll because he knows he has no choice. Accept it or argue and then accept. He hovers awkwardly in the doorway, dropping his eyes as he turns the piece over in his hands. The truth is, he's not very hungry anyway. At her words, his eyes lift to return to following her around.
"You're too impatient." Criticism or teasing? He's not sure. Both, maybe. One half of his mind is proud that he's mastered something she can't ever do right; the other half wishes he could teach her. "It needs time to rise on its own."
He purposefully ignores the parallels in that phrase.
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Date: 2014-11-25 05:31 am (UTC)"You're too impatient." Criticism or teasing? He's not sure. Both, maybe. One half of his mind is proud that he's mastered something she can't ever do right; the other half wishes he could teach her. "It needs time to rise on its own."
He purposefully ignores the parallels in that phrase.