Oh, gods and frigging angels. "It was a magic-handling thing," she says impatiently, though she's not quite fed up enough to clarify that it was a vampire thing, as well. "I - I was saving his life. In the park," she clarifies, because she doesn't need Peeta to think she either fell for the stupidest line in the book or genuinely had to screw Spike to save his life, like this is a ridiculous episode of some sci-fi show.

Finished with the tins, she sets aside the remaining paper cups and rubs the back of her neck. Then she turns and levels Peeta with an embarrassed glare, wondering if she's going to have to really spell it out for him that life-and-death situations can get a bit, well, fraught, and that sometimes they lead to… other peak experiences. Gods. Of all the life lessons she has no business teaching this kid.