[Good, Peeta, because you're not making him proud. Actually, no, oh my God this was a mistake, why does she put up with you stupid craps and all of your feelings. But fine, because Johanna likes Peeta, she lets him get that bitchy little remark out of his system, and there, finally, a chance for real conversation. Or their own personal equivalent anyways.]

Please. I'm over that. You better learn to keep up with fashion or I'll get bored with you. [She is, in fact, checking her nails right now. Still gross and dirty and unmanicured. Good.] No, we're going to play a game. You're going to tell me something interesting.