“And you taste like bread — still.”
[ Smooth. Not even smooth. More like a rugged and sharp edged bottom of a cliff and Kit just jumped off it. He can’t really return the favor of a simple compliment. ]
“That was stupid.
I’m really not good at that kind of stuff.
Or at any of this stuff.”
“At least I’m consistent.”
[Peeta didn’t mind picking up the slack. He knew Kit was new to being openly affectionate with him, therefore he wouldn’t push. Anything Kit gave him was more than enough.]
“Shh, it wasn’t stupid.
I appreciate it, really.”