Peeta nodded, looking a little defeated at Jace's words. "No, Jace, don't," he said, shaking his head. "Stay here with Scarlet. I know you've wanted to be on the beach..." He stood up and grabbed his shirt off the floor, tugging it over his head. "There is no need going back there. I mean, I won't be there long, and I'll come back whenever I'm release," he murmured, hope coloring his tone. As they moved into the kitchen, he tensed at the sight of Sienna, then forced himself to looked away from her. He moved past her and sat at the table across the room from her, watched as Scarlet flipped pancakes in a pan near by.
"You mad at me, Scar?" Peeta asked, frowning. Scarlet looked over her shoulder at him, offering him a soft smile. "No, Peeta, I'm not mad... It's okay. We'll get it all figured out, and you'll be good as new." She moved over and placed a stack of pancakes in front of each boy, then sat down with a glass of water. She wasn't feeling well all of the sudden, and she couldn't even make herself eat.
"You mad at me, Scar?" Peeta asked, frowning. Scarlet looked over her shoulder at him, offering him a soft smile. "No, Peeta, I'm not mad... It's okay. We'll get it all figured out, and you'll be good as new." She moved over and placed a stack of pancakes in front of each boy, then sat down with a glass of water. She wasn't feeling well all of the sudden, and she couldn't even make herself eat.