"Nothing that comes to mind," Jenny said, thoughtful, as she took the scone he held out to her, breaking off just the corner of it and popping that into her mouth. "Gosh, this is wonderful, thank you." She hadn't expected any less, of course — if people had gone through the trouble of building a bakery when the kitchen would have sufficed just as well, it was bound to be because there were people well-suited to run it — but it seemed of note all the same.

Glancing around the room and seeing no one else there, she leaned sideways against the counter, looking at Peeta all the while. "So is business terribly slow, or have I just come at the right time?"