[She catches that last bit of his question when she opens the door to see what was taking Peeta so long. It's just... well, it's just those things. How much of a selection can there be? Not that big, she imagines. Certainly not long enough to warrant the time he's taking.
The umbrella's folded up by her side and she tilts her head a little, confused.] Wouldn't I be what?
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The umbrella's folded up by her side and she tilts her head a little, confused.] Wouldn't I be what?