[She blinks a few times, trying to piece together all the words not said. He can keep a house tidy enough. He doesn't own much. Is that...? Does that mean...? She's hesitant to really form a clear thought. Doesn't want to hope too much. Because that would be nice, wouldn't it? If he moved in here and she didn't have to live in the big house all alone anymore.

It'd certainly make sharing stew much more easy.

But she doesn't want to get her hopes up. Rarely has it seem that anything has worked in her favor lately. Why should this be any different?]

There are two rooms upstairs. [She speaks quietly, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.] Peeta's studio and a room that belonged to a little girl we knew. Rue. She left first.