“Peeta?" I creep along the bank."Well, don't step on me.”

“Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.”

“Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you.Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.”

“He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.”

“Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts.""Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.”

“Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta."Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you." It could be a joke, if the tone wasn't so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist.Finnick:"Oh Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.”

“I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark”