She's going to go ahead and infer that Peeta's universe is a bit less Other-filled. The only consolation she has for her lack of wards is that they aren't so necessary, here, but she can only follow that train of thought so far before it hits You Live In A Building Full Of Rifties Station. Yeah, the overwhelming majority of the people on this island are entirely free of magic or Other-related abnormalities, but her apartment is surrounded by the minority of those who aren't.

Plus, while many wards are designed to keep out specifically supernatural threats, there are plenty that are there to stop regular joes from picking your lock or wedging open your window. A properly warded house - or apartment - is going to keep out anyone you don't go out of your way to invite in. A few extra deadbolts are pretty goddamn paltry by comparison.

"Only three days?" she asks, opening the oven door and sliding in the second muffin pan. Poor kid. Granted, they're both in the same boat, here, but it's got to be a bit harder on a teenager than it is on her. She gives the first muffin pan an assessing once-over and concludes that they still have a little ways to go before closing the oven and turning to Peeta. "I'd offer you sage advice, but…" she doesn't have any.

She wanders over to inspect his handiwork, then nods curiously. "I've never seen that shape before."