AN: I think every Hunger Games fanfiction writer has tried their hand at this scene, but I just couldn't resist. I have a thing for overused ideas. This is set somewhere between the end of Mockingjay and the epilogue, probably shortly after Mockingjay, because Peeta is still sorting through his mind. It's fluff and it's drabble, but I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it!
Disclaimer: All things Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins.
Very Real
Katniss's POV
We're sitting in the meadow, looking out at the forest. There's still a fence, but now there are gates. You can get out there. But we're content to sit on the inside for now.
He picks up a dandelion and twirls it between his fingers. "Cinna and Portia lit us on fire for the opening parade. Real or not real?" he asks me.
I laugh lightly. "Real." I tell him, "It was some sort of synthetic flame, and they swore we'd be completely safe, but we were terrified none the less. You promised to tear of my cape if I tore off yours."
Peeta smiles at me. "You shot an arrow at the Gamemakers during the private training session. Real or not real?"
I smile at him. "Sort of real." I tell him. He raises an eyebrow and I elaborate. "They'd just been served a big roast pig, and I was frustrated because they were paying more attention to it than to me, so I shot an arrow at the apple in the pig's mouth."
"Did you hit it?" he asks.
I swat him playfully in mock hurt. "That's insulting!" I declare, "Of course I hit it! I never miss!"
He laughs with me. We sit there in silence for a moment, before he says slowly "You love me. Real or not real."
I glance over at him, at his imploring blue eyes. I smile and say the word that I've been wanting to tell him for what seems like forever. "Real." Peeta smiles, and I smile back. "Very real."