Peeta finds himself facing a stone walkway enclosed by a trellis covered in flowering vines. A glance over his shoulder reveals a large fountain, shaped like a woman holding an overflowing pitcher. The fountain is surrounded by waist-high hedges that have been trimmed into a perfectly rounded shape, giving them an odd, undulating motion. On the other side of the fountain, directly across from where Peeta stands, a much higher hedge partitions off the fountain area. Through a break in it that admits the path on which Peeta stands, he can see glimpses of another garden, filled with what looks like roses.

He's reminded, though not forcefully, of the Capitol gardens. Those were much more ostentatious and unnatural feeling than the one in which he stands. The colors and arrangements and plants there had been chosen to create the same effect as the clothing and hairstyles of the people who strolled through them. The garden he is in now is much less extravagant and strange. He turns to stare down the trellised walkway again, which has an element of wildness to it that he never saw in the Capitol gardens.

Intrigued, he starts down the path.