Peeta watches the cars passing through the intersection as they cross the street. He's still intrigued by the hustle and bustle of the city, and makes a mental note to stop one day and sketch some of the traffic, maybe the cars parked along the streets.

"I don't have anything better to do," he tells Daine. He's a little amused that she might be concerned that he isn't up to a walk around the park. Not so long ago he was routinely running for his life.

That thought brings up memories of the dream and he frowns. The feeling passes quickly, though, and he releases a breath that borders on a sigh. "Besides, it's a nice day out." He lifts his face, closing his eyes against the sun streaming through the trees. "And the company isn't bad, either," he adds, giving Daine a teasing grin.