You and Peeta are painting together outside the Victors Village. You groan and throw some of the oilpaint-tubes towards the ground. "This is pointless!" You say, irritated. Peeta lays his palette to the side and walks towards you. He stands behind you, pressing his body against your back. he takes his right hand over yours and he guides the paintbrush in your hand. You can feel his hot breath on your neck.