You and Peeta sit agaisnt the wall. Peeta isn't fully himself yet. He often asks you real or not real questions.

Peeta looks up at you, remembering something.

"..You told me your favorite color."

He murmurs. You look over.

"Before we went into the arena. It's green. Not bright green. Sage green."

He says. You nod.

"Yeah. It is. Yours is orange. Sunset orange."

You say. Peeta looks up at you.

"..You remembered?"