"Good, because if you let Peeta near him in his formative years, he might learn how to knead bread and that's about it," is her wicked little retort, holding Tristan at arm's length and staring at him, as if looking for some resemblance to Finnick or any other part of the kid that she could actually appreciate. "Imagine when he's old enough to walk and talk. You should hope he takes after Annie."