It’s entirely possible that in the beginning? Food had in fact played a very large part in this being her favorite room of the house, but it was in fact, the combination of food and Peeta that could see her live in it. Especially when he’d set about making some new concoction that could make the dead rise just by smelling it. Personally, she felt he was to blame for the difficulties he always found himself having in the kitchen when she was around. If he weren’t so good at it, she might welcome the warmth of her bed more than his cooking and company.

Well. She'd think about it anyway.

“Am I?” She’s a little too fond of this game for her own good. Or rather, Peeta’s own good. The one where she pretends that butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and she acts like she has no idea what on earth he could be talking about. “And here I thought I was just keeping you company.” That smile, yes, that devilish smile, pulling wider as she snakes another piece of bacon from the plate.

“Don’t you like my company?” Speaking around a mouthful. Of course.