"Something like that," is Peeta's noncommittal reply. He follows Daine over to the table, glad to sit down for a while. Now that he has relaxed, the effects of lack of sleep and the morning's tension are weighing on him, and getting off his feet and eating something are looking more and more like good decisions.

Especially if he does decide to join Daine in the park. It's a pleasing proposition, and a ready excuse to stay near her for a little while longer, at least. Plus, he thinks it will do him good to get out of the base for a bit.

"That'd be nice, actually," he replies. "I could bring my sketchbook."