Peeta's eyebrows raise slightly. Medication? That's something he's never come across before, different things meant to make you feel better going against one another. It makes sense, though.

"Ah, well, it's up to you if you want to risk it. Sometimes things act normally in dreams and sometimes they don't." He frowns faintly, looking down into his wine. "I'm not feeling much from this, but that doesn't mean anything." He pauses, then looks back up at Tim, the faint smile on his face again. "And I saw some sodas, too."

He sinks more deeply into his chair, takes another sip, and sighs. "You ever seen houses in trees before? It's a new one for me."