"Why?" Finnick asks, clearly confused by the answer. Being in a classroom was always torture for Finnick who wasn't terribly concerned with who what had done what forever ago. He'd always rather be outside and that was probably also why he had taken to Career training so readily even when his mother had been less than thrilled about the prospect.

"There are swings there," Finnick points with one arm, in case the boy hasn't seen the miracle of them yet.