[Her stomach caves a little at the press of Kate's finger. Being tickled is a weird and foreign feeling, and her mouth twists a little--but she doesn't punch Kate, as a reflex, and she doesn't pull away. It helps that Kate's given such a good answer.]

Oh my God. Good.

[Who doesn't like a little violence with their kisses, right? Johanna is obvious in her support.]

More people should get shoved during their first kiss. Then they'd be faster at figuring out how to be decent kissers. [And here's yet another thing she doesn't know, a colloquialism that Kate drops like it's commonplace. Seven Minutes in Heaven. For her, it probably is. For Panem, not so much. And this is actually a greater sign of Johanna's relatively good mood, because she asks:] What the hell is Seven Minutes in Heaven?

[Relatively good mood, remember. Still not sweet.]