[ooc: continued from here]

If she loved him, she'd keep walking. It had been so very, very easy to live up to that promise. Careful to keep the plate balanced in her hands, not to drop any of the precious slices of cake, she walked quietly alongside him from Battle Dome to their house. Determined, quick steps all the way to the front door, too eager to get home to bother with conversation.

Glancing at Peeta and the tray, she purses her lips together in quick thought. "I'll get the door. Is the key still in your pocket?"