"So I can scare away food." He hoped saying it was a grin would kill some of the poison in his words. He didn't mean them to sting, but he would be surprised if they did. He didn't belong in the woods, he never did. He wasn't a hunter, hell he wasn't even a gatherer, he was the poor slob that got stuck in the kitchen because he was useless everywhere else.

Besides the woods were for her and Gale. The place they met, the place they hunted. The place they fell in love? Peeta wasn't sure of the last one, but he really didn't want to know. Wounds hurt less if you tired to ignore them. At least that's what he convinced himself of.

"But seriously, you're much more suited to the woods. The last time I went into the woods I killed a girl with my stupid, and don't tell me I didn't."