For a moment, I go still, my smile fading some. It's not as unsettling a thought of home as it could be, though, and for that, I can be grateful. At least she's someone who lived. I consider telling him as much, but that, I think, would be much worse. Mentioning that she made it out of District 12 when the Capitol bombed it when none of Peeta's family did is too callous even for me. "She'd like that," I say after a long few seconds. "Though I don't know how well we could recreate any of her concoctions."