DISCLAIMER: The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay belong to Suzanne Collins.
A/N: I'm going to take around a week break on this story after this chapter so that y'all can have time to request what you want to read. Pick any letter! No guarantees that I'll use All of the suggestions but I will use some! Now Read and Review please!
Letter: C
Word: Cook
Timeline: MJ Pre-epilogue, a year after they marry. (They are both 20)
It was a slow, peaceful kind of day in the Mellark household.
The owners of said home were lazily resting on the couch, simply basking in the calm atmosphere and in the comforting presence of the other.
That calm was soon broken though when Katniss turned toward her love with an idea lighting her expression, "Peeta, can you teach me how to cook?"
Peeta raised an eyebrow in surprise at the sudden interest, but quickly warmed up to the idea, "If you want me to." Katniss nodded eagerly and leaped to her feet pulling him into the kitchen after her with childlike enthusiasm.
"What should we make?" Katniss asked her husband once standing in the gleaming kitchen.
Peeta pondered what would be best to start her off with while he gathered the necessary pots and ingredients, "We are going to make vegetable soup! I would like to teach you how to cook something with meat in it but that would probably be too complicated for your first time."
Katniss folded her arms across her chest as she donned her usual scowl and said, "What, do you think I couldn't do it?"
Peeta looked up in amusement at his wife's defiance and replied in a soothing tone, "No, I know you could do it, just call it my desire for the kitchen to be in one piece when we are done." He dodged the anticipated towel hurled his way and then continued getting the items needed.
Three hours, seven pots, and practically every utensil and towel later, Katniss managed in making her first meal.
Both husband and wife stood dirty, and exhausted in the middle of the messy kitchen as Katniss finally broke the silence once more, "I think I'll stick to hunting and leave the cooking to you."
Together they burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter and then eventually left the untidy kitchen in favor of cleaning themselves up first.
It seemed everything they did turned into an adventure; even learning how to cook.
