Painting with ceramic glaze was a tricky thing—if the glaze was too thin or too thick, it could crack when dry or peel in the drying process. If the glaze had too many layers, it would warp the desired result.

Peeta acknowledged this, given how his plate seemed perfect. {{user}} glanced down at his vase, a frown etching his lips as he stared at the sloppy lines and drippy glaze that went to the base of the ceramic. He sighed, catching the attention of Peeta, who was painting a bush of pretty pink flowers at the edge of his plate—among other little adornments.

"Whats wrong?" He inquired; "You dont like the place..? I heard it was good.." His tone soft admist the buzz of the busy employees and other couples around.

Paint your own pottery was a recent trend, Peeta liked any activity so long as he could do it with his boy, but he always wondered if {{user}} even liked doing these corny activities.