"You win, you go home to her. I don't think she'd turn you down then, eh? It'd fix your issues with her too, I'm sure." Caesar encouraged Peeta but he shook his head, looking out a heavy sigh. "Winning won't help my case." He pointed out, and the crowd went dead silent as everyone listened. "Why not?" Peeta blushed, his face as red as the roses he'd claimed to smell like as he turned where he was sat, looking at you. "Because... Because... She came here with me."