Finnick wrinkles his nose at her and dips his spoon back into the ice cream. It's rich and chocolatey, with pieces of nuts in it, and Finnick is enjoying it even if he's eating it in the wrong order according to Annie. He's used to attending ridiculous, ostentatious parties in the Capitol, and he's been known to just eat the sweet things, partly to play to the expectations people there have of him, and partly for fun.

"Mm. Better hope there's still some left for you."

There will be, because there was a lot of ice cream there and it seemed to be being kept cool at the bar. It looked good.

"That does smell good," he says, gesturing towards her plate and then leaning across to sniff at it. Terrible manners if this were a fancy event, but it's playful, and it gives him a chance to be closer to her, close enough to press his leg against hers under the table.

They can get away with that, as friends.