Katniss POV
Peeta and I are in the bakery. I sit, restringing my bow as he kneads dough into mounds of bread. We've been sitting in silence for a while and I look up at him. He glances up and smiles. Just a small smile, but it makes my heart melt anyways. I yawn, exhausted from last night's set of nightmares. It took longer to get back to sleep then normal because I dreamed of Peeta instead of Rue or Prim. I was plunged into those torturous months when he thought I was a mutt, when he almost strangled me; he was so messed up by the Capitol. I awoke screaming more than once last night and Peeta spent a good five hours awake as well, trying to comfort me. He looks completely worn out as well but he keeps working, he doesn't ever make me feel guilty about waking him up. I close my eyes for a second and when I open them, Peeta has put down the dough that he's been kneading,
"Come here." Those two words have me up in a second. He envelopes me in his arms and I wrap mine around his torso. I stay still for a minute before pulling back. I smile at him and look at the spread on the table.
"Want to learn how?" I quickly nod. Peeta hand me a piece of dough and begins to show me how to knead the bread. I make a completely pathetic attempt as Peeta stifles a laugh. I shoot him a fake glare, "Stop laughing at me!" That makes him laugh harder, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He hugs me. I wrap one arm around him and feel behind me with the other. My hand closes on the flour and I step back, "This… is for laughing at me!" I fling the flour at him. It lands in his hair, coats his eyelashes and covers his grey shirt. Peeta's mouth opens and closes. He just stands there, looking completely appalled. I never do stuff like this. I'm normally quiet. "I so want throw flour back at you, but I am clearly the more mature one in this situation. However, that is not going to stop me." I quickly duck behind the table as Peeta's cloud of flour showers my hair, making me look like I just got snowed on. I laugh and scoop up some in my hands and blow it at him. He closes his eyes and sneezes as it makes contact with his face. I laugh even more. Peeta shakes his head, "Katniss, Katniss, Katniss. What to do… what to do…" He brushes his hands of on his apron and I see an idea light up in his eyes. I look at his flour-covered apron and then up at him. Oh no. Peeta quickly captures me in his arms, flour covering my black clothes. I slowly raise my head, completely unamused. He laughs at my furious expression, stepping back a bit. I clench my fist and look down at my white shirt. I catch glimpse of myself in the window. I have flour all over me. I shake my head and laugh. I laugh and laugh until tears are running down my face. I haven't laughed this hard in the years since the Hunger Games. I laugh until I can't breath and only then can I catch my breath and see Peeta standing in front of me still, one eyebrow raised, looking like he's just stepped out of a blizzard. I hug him, still laughing,
"Thank you"