On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three French hens.

Katniss walked up to her office and found Peeta standing there waiting for her.

He chuckled, "Day three." He held up another container. "Sorry to seem like a creeper. I was just getting these done and I noticed you walking up."

"Well, you're bringing me food, so I won't complain." She stepped in and took the offered container. "Crepes! I love crepes!" She held it out. "You have to eat at least one of these."

He reached in and took one of the scrambled egg and bacon filled crepes. He leaned against her door frame. "So what goes on in this room? What sort of magic happens?"

Katniss pulled out her computer and started it up. "Mostly looking over designs for products and pointing out possible flaws." She took a bite of one of the crepes and stopped herself from moaning. "I've never had scrambled eggs this fluffy. Mine are always so hard."

Peeta choked a bit.

She looked up sharply. "You okay?"

He nodded. "Fine." His voice was a little raspy. "Wrong pipe." He coughed a little more.

"I have a bottle of water." She reached into the small fridge in the corner of her office and pulled out a bottle of water. She opened it and passed it over as Peeta continued to cough.

He took a long drink from the bottle and then leaned back against the wall. "Wow, that was an adventure." He looked down at the last bite of crepe before popping it into his mouth. He swallowed more water and then pushed off from the wall. "I need to get back down to the kitchen."

"Before you go…" Katniss broke the last crepe in half and placed half back in the container. She put the lid back on and handed it over. "Thanks."

"Happy Third Day of Christmas." He said as he took the storage container from her. Their fingers brushed and she could feel the smile growing on her face.