As far as Peeta was concerned, having a bakery didn't actually make a lot of sense but he was going to go with it. There was something to be said about not looking a gift horse in the mouth (he didn't know enough about horses to gauge what that meant), so he was working under that principle. So far it hadn't really served him wrong. It was another thing for him to do that filled the sometimes impossibly long hours of the day.

"Well," he leaned against the counter to get a better look at what there was to offer. There was a definite mix of a little this and a little that. "It all depends on whether you want something sweet or savory. Which would you prefer?"

One day he would come up with a baked good that would be both, but he hadn't managed it yet.