"It's like –"
"I don't think so."
"Come on, Kat, let's try it. At least once."
"Do you realize what you're asking me to do?"
"I do. And we'll never know until we try, am I right?"
"Yeah, but –"
"Who knows? You might actually enjoy yourself."
"But I don't like where it goes. I mean, not there. That's disgusting. Who comes up with this stuff?"
"I don't either. So what do you say?"
"I don't know…."
"it's okay; we can try another time."
"it's…gross, Peeta, I don't think I'll want to do it later either…."
"…."
"Are you mad?"
"No, of course not, Katniss. I love you and respect your opinion. I don't want to force you into anything you're uncomfortable with."
"I still wonder who was curious enough to even make that up."
"Finnick and Annie said they liked it."
"Well, we're not Finnick and Annie. Besides, those two…I can't say it."
"The kids might like it though."
"What?! The kids will not like it. How could you even say that?"
"All children like to have fun at carnivals."
"They have clowns –clowns who put balloons down their throat. Joanna told me. And if she likes it…well, you know."
"Yeah, but he brings it out in a really cool shape. They'll like it, I promise. And so will you. Joanna's just messing with you anyway."
"Peeta..."
"Katniss…"
"Don't mock me."
"Sorry. I'm going to ask the kids okay?
"I just…fine. Fine. But this once."
"I love you, Katniss."
"I love you too."
"Have I ever mentioned that you look so adorable when you pout?"
"Shut up."