A capella. Yet another term that's unfamiliar to her; a girl that has had very little musical training beyond the few songs her father taught her. So she sticks to what she does know - how to watch people, and animals. How to figure out where they'll go based on the actions they display. How to lure them into snares. Gale was always better at that part, though.

She doesn't think about that.

"Or you could just sing it here," Katniss quips, totally missing the point and not even knowing it. "And not bother with the acapella thing," she shrugs directly after, though. Important to make sure that she's not too invested in this. Otherwise, he'd know that she cared.

The truth is, Katniss has never met anyone else who could sing, who loved it, other than her father. And this is momentous.

"If you want. I don't really care."