You guys are all the best, you know that? Anyway, I'll have a question at the end of the chapter, cause we have to do something about the naming of Unknown 2. I was leaning towards Finnick, but I want to hear your ideas too.

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I heard the rustle of leaves as another one of Rose's arrows made a crash landing in the leaves. I thought she would have inherited her mother's hunting skills, not her father's non-existent ones.

"I will hit you, tree!" the girl growled as she strung another arrow. I could feel better about this, because when she first picked up the bow, an arrow wouldn't go farther than her feet.

"When we go on our hunting trip Sunday, I hope you'll be able to hit something," I told her, maybe a bit more mocking than necessary

She stuck her tongue out at me. "I'd like to see you do better," she challenged, handing me the bow and arrows.

I quickly landed five arrows on the center of the makeshift target that was attached to a tree. I turned to her smirking, and was greeted with a scowl.

"You cheated," Little Katniss accused, throwing her hands in the air.

I nodded. "Yes, I cheated. In fact I spent years practicing the way that I was going to cheat against a little girl in a bow and arrow match. Good job, Little Catnip, you caught me."

It was funny to watch as Rose got all rosy in the face, "Shut up!"

"Sure, sure," I said, brushing off her comment, "Now why don't you pretend that tree is me. Maybe you'll actually hit something, besides the possible snail on the ground, anyway."

Thump! The arrow went straight into my… well the trees heart. I couldn't tell whether or not I should be scared, or impressed.

"You just wait," she growled, stringing up another arrow, sending it flying to the tree, hitting the bull's eye again, "I'll be a better shot than you by Sunday."

I laughed. "Maybe better that me, princess, but not better than your mother. I'd have you challenge her to a duel, but she'd kill us both."

Another thump, another bull's eye, "You're probably right. About the killing part anyway."

"No," I interrupted her praise, since it was going to be an undermining praise, not the glory I falsely desired from her, "I'm always right."

"Whatever," Rose responded, untouched by my sudden annoying-ness. Then she grabbed my hand and started to drag me in the direction of the meadow, which was probably her backyard, now that I think about it. "I think its time for you're to meet your 'nephew', Uncle Gale."

"Is it really safe for me to be this close to Katniss's house?" I wondered out loud as Little Katniss lead me towards Big Katniss's house.

Rose actually thought about my question for a moment. "Truthfully, probably not. But I thought it would be nice for you to meet my little brother."

"Does he look like Katniss or Peeta," I asked. If the kid looked like Peeta, I could meet him later, at a time that didn't risk my life.

"You're kidding, right?" Little Catnip asked, more than a bit confused. Then she saw my serious expression. Then she told me, "He looks like Peeta."

I sighed, "Then I don't really need to meet him today."

"Tomorrow then," she insisted. I hoped that at least the Peeta look-alike would at least act more like Katniss than Peeta.

Then I had another question for the disappointed child beside me. I question that would decide the fate of the Peeta clone. "How old is he."

"He's two-ish. Though I don't see how that's relevant to anything," replied Rose.

And that was the perfect age. If he was any older he would have slipped and told Katniss on me. But at this age, if he squealed, Katniss would just think that the Peeta clone had acquired an imaginary friend.

I smiled, "How bout you have Greasy Sae bring you, the Peeta Clone, and a picnic basket to the meadow tomorrow about noon. This way everyone's happy, and I don't have to sneak around town to find Sae."

"Hey," Rose shrugged, "as long as I get my way and free food, who am I to complain?"

"Exactly," I told her, and then turned to the woods, "How about you go practice on your shot a bit more, and then head home."

"Sounds good to me," she said. Then her face lit up, "Race you," and just like that the girl was off like a rocket.

Thankfully for my long legs, I was able to beat her. There was no way I was going to lose to a person at least fifteen years younger than me.

After another round about me being the world's best cheater, Rose got to the bow and arrows again. She practiced for a good two hours before she had to rest for the big day. And a long day it would probably end up being.

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I think that Finnick would be a good name for the boy because Katniss and Peeta would have wanted to honor Finnick's death.

Maybe Gale would be a good name to, in the instance that Katniss thought that Gale was dead of something.

I want to hear your guy's opinions too, so tell me what you think.

Please review!

Oh, and rose came from President Snow's roses and primrose. Just in case you were wondering.