"You have got to be joking!" I said. Gale glared at me, anything but pleased. "Can't you do somethying for me without turing it into a joke?" he asked, his pale, grey eyes glowing in anger. I smiled and shifted my eyes up to the cealing, ignoring his huff of aggravation, and pretended to think about it. "Nope." I responded predictibly. He sighed and shook his head like he was tired.

"Why do you want me to do this anyway? What's wrong withy the guy?" Gale flinched when I said that. To ignore the painful expression on his face, I shifted my eyes to my nails."Hello! I'm over here, Katniss." he said. When I looked over at him, he finnaly responded. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong with him. I just want him to get out more. Date more. All he dose is bake."

I bit my lip to keep from laughing but my hands shook with the up coming laughter. "Wait. Back up. Did you say he bakes?" Gale only scowled in response. I took that as a yes. I couldnt help it then. My loud laughter echoed through his living room and my body shook with it. "Are you done yet?" Gale snapped. I shook my head as more laughter left me.

"Why did I even ask you? You are just so.. you! God! I'll just go ask Madge!" Gale growled, standing up to leave. "No. Wait." I forced myself to calm down. When I was sure I could talk, I stood up with him, snaching my jacket off the back of the couch. "Ok. I'll do it. I'll go on a date with him. But I'm gonna need a name." I said, smiling slyly. Gale shifted uncomfotrably on his feet. "Are you sure?" He asked, looking me up and down. I smiled. "Yep." Gale sighed for the hundreth time. "Ok. His name is Peeta." Peeta. I smiled wider. Gale frowned. "Oh come on. What's he got to lose?" I said, walking toward the door. I pretended not to hear Gale as I walked outside. "Everything."