I teach teenagers and own one, which
means I'm insane or have oodles of patience. I think it's the former.
Peeta was going to meet her on the path between her house and his so they could arrive at Finnick’s party together. If only Prim would just stop fussing with the flowers in her hair and down her braid, she could leave before he got all the way here and be harassed by both Prim and her mother, who sat in the kitchen watching Prim decorate her sister.
Or worse, Gale might see him.
“Prim, stop!” Katniss said, smiling despite her irritation. Prim had been so happy dressing her up.
“Yes, my goddess Dian,” Prim dramatically genuflected down to Katniss’s feet, and lift up her dress.
“Katniss Everdeen!” Prim said, pointing at her feet, “You cannot wear your hunting boots under that dress!”
“Dian is a huntress, right? That’s why you chose her for me.” Katniss said, pulling Prim up and tugging on one of her braids. “It’s practical too. I don’t want to get any mud on Mom’s dress by tripping over her heels.“