It had been a while since he'd done much teaching or mentoring, and he'd been reminded of how much he would have enjoyed it, if the people he was teaching weren't usually on their way into the arena to probably get killed. At least here, he was teaching something that could be useful for Sam and for the village.

"You met me once I was past the foot-stabbing stage."

It was a little confession about the truth of learning to fish.

All the fisherfolk he'd known growing up had scars all over their hands, and arms, and feet from exactly the sort of thing she's talking about. Finnick had had his body scrubbed clean so many times, going into the Games and going back to the Capitol as a victor.

"Good to see you're still at it. There's good fishing here most of the time if you have the patience."