Chapter 4...

Freedom And New Arrangements

This crisp October morning is comfortable and I'm planning to hunt today. I'm fully dressed then the phone rings, interrupting my plain.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Hello Miss Everdeen, it Paylor."

I'm shocked, in the two years of my isolation in Distract 12 Commander Paylor has never graced me with a phone call or anything close to recognition of my existence.

"Miss Everdeen?"

"Um, hi Commander… um I mean President, President Paylor."

"Its just Paylor."

I nod my head, what does she want? I never violated my incarceration.

"What can I help you with?" I ask, getting strait to the point.

"Well, I've been going over your medical records and the file of your court ordered, I guess you can call it, house arrest and I've just called to tell you that you have survived out your sentence."

My mind goes blank.

"Miss Everdeen?"

I can leave 12? The idea is so forint to me, I've never left 12, not if it wasn't for the Capital or the War. Now I can leave 12 on my own dime?

"Really?" I ask suspicious.

"Yes, Katniss. Your done, you're free."

I hang up the phone and run to the hall closet. I throw on my boots, coat and run to the Bakery.

"Peeta!" I yell as I burst through the door.

He's behind the counter the customers, a couple, ones of the few who made it out of the Village during the bombing.

Peeta holds up his finger motioning 'one second', 'now' I mouth back. He motions to the couple who are now staring at me.

"Hi!" I say cheerfully.

The lady gives me an awkward smile before turning back to Peeta.

"That will be all." The man says.

"What do you want?" I ask trying to speed up the process.

Peeta gives me a curios look, "Um, the cinnamon bead is in the back, they want two loves."

I run into the back and grab the bead.

"Here!" I practically yell as I set them on the counter. "Thank you." I tell the couple and turn to Peeta.

He gives them an apologetic look but I don't care.

"My sentence is over."

He looks at me confused.

"My sentence is over Peeta, I can leave District 12."

He starts to laugh, "I forgot you were isolated to the District." He leans in and kisses my cheek. "Congratulations Katniss."

"How did you forget?" I ask with a smile and he shrugs.

"I'm not sure, I just never bothered to remember I guess. Oh!"

He pulls away from me and reaches behind the counter, taking out an envelope and handing it to me.

"I didn't open it, it's addressed to both of us."

I flip over the envelope and look at the address. The letters are written in slender but messy handwriting, with ink the color of lilacs. Its the same writing and colored ink that Finnick and Annie's hand written wedding invitations were on.

To Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark

Of #4 Victors Village, District 12

From Annie Odair

Of #15 Ocean Parish, District 4

My hands start to shake; I haven't talked to Annie since her wedding. Peeta takes the letter from me and opens it. A small piece of paper falls to the floor and he reaches down.

"He's beautiful." He says to no one in particular, a sweet smile on his face. He hands it to me and I look down at Finnick's baby boy. He's the spiting image of Finnick; Bronze curls dangling just above his eyes, his sea green eyes. Annie is next to him, with her arms wraps around his. She looks happy next to her son. I hate having the thought cross my mind but I wonder how she's able to take care of him in her condition?

"Dear Peeta and Katniss. I heard from a friend that you can travel again, I would love for you to visit 4, and so would your mother. I want you to met Seaglass, Finnick and mines son. I would come there if it wasn't for, I can't, but I wish you two would. I don't like talking on the phone so if you could write me back it would be much appreciated. Your mother, Katniss, tells me that you and Peeta are together, oh I hope its true."

Peeta stops and I look up at him.

"What?" I ask.

"The hand writings changed."

I look his shoulder and down at the letter. Yes, the words have changed from the messy hand of Annie Odair to the fluid hand of May Everdeen. My mother is helping Annie.

"Its my mothers."

I take the letter from him and continue reading aloud. "I loved seeing you two together during the games. Finnick said it was all a front but I didn't believe,"

The sentence stops suddenly and doesn't start again, but goes into another.

"Let my know when it's a good time for you two to come and see us, and if you can't then that's okay too. Annie"

I reach out my hand and give him back the letter.

"Would you be able to Katniss?"

My head snaps up. Me? Why is it always about me? 'Can you handle this Katniss, or will you have a psychiatric brake down?' What about him? His the one who has the Traker Jacker venom messing with his mind.

"Can you handle it?" I snap back.

Peeta gives me an odd look, something between confusion and pity. Pity.

"Oh of course you can," I sis sarcastically. "You can handle anything can you? Your episodes and your nightmare, you can handle those all on your own can't you! They don't ever hurt do they?"

"What is wrong with you? All I asked is-"

"I know what you asked." I turn before he can say another word and walk out the door.

I'm in the kitchen an hour latter when I hear the front door slam shut.

"All right what was that?" Peeta's voice calls from the doorway.

I throw the spoon I'd been washing into the drainer.

"Nothing." I say.

It's not fair, how he can be fine with what happened to him, every time he has an episode he can look at me like its nothing while I wake up screaming every night, needing him to comfort me for hours. He walks over and grabs a towel, grabbing the spoon from the drainer and starts wiping it dry.

"I don't want your help."

"What did I do?"

When I don't answer his question he starts. "Is this cause I didn't give you the letter right away? It got to the Bakery today Katniss I wasn't hiding it from you."

I turn to leave but Peeta grabs my arm, forcing me to stay.

Before he can speak I cruelty spit at him. "What is it like not feeling hurt? Not missing anyone who was taken away from you?"

Peeta's face drops into a million pieces. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

I rip my arm out of his grasp and move swiftly up the stairs. I slam the door closed, trying to get rid of this anger. I set myself on the bed with my face in my hands. I feel so angry but I know its unjust.

I hear the door bang open as he enters. I can't look up to meet hi.

"How could you say that to me? Why? Because I don't run off and disappear for hours then I get angry or scared?"

I feel my chest tighten and my face becoming hot. "Why don't you show it?" I ask, lifting my head. "The pain your in, I know your in it same as me. How can you hide it so easily?"

He looks at me in disbelief. "Katniss, I was abused my whole life, I can hide my pain very well, its an old habit."

The day he gave me the bread plays in my mind. I hear his mother hit him for burning it, calling him names, swearing at him.

"Damn it Katniss, what do you want from me?" He yells.

"I want you to let me help you!" I scream back. I'm on my feet, my hands clutched into fists at my side. I watch as the anger melts away from his face.

"Is this because I don't tell you what my episodes are about?" He whispers.

I shake my head, trying to clear it. He walks over and tries to put his arms around me. "Don't." I breathe, taking a step back.

"Don't what? Comfort you?"

"Yes." I say the anger in my rising again. "You don't get to do it if I don't. It's not fair Peeta, that you don't let me see your pain but you get to see all of mine? Dr. Aurelius told me. You don't trust me!"

His face is drowned in pain and it grows deeper and deeper as I continue.

"Not with what you see in your episodes, you never tell me when you having a nightmare or what its about. You get to comfort me but I can't you?"

Peeta's breath because slow and trivial as he tries to sort out what I've said.

He moves past me and sits on the bed, curling his fingers together under his chin. I feel the tears streaming down my face and I wipe them away with the back of my hand.

"You comfort me after nightmares Kat-" he says softly.

"That was once, cause I caught you in it."

"No. Katniss I've told you, most of my dreams are about losing you and I'm-"

"No, that doesn't count." I retort, "And its a lie, that cannot be the only thing you see in your nightmares."

For that he has no answer.

"You don't talk to me, I'm not even allowed to see your artwork. Its not fair Peeta, that you give me all your comfort but I can't give you any."

He reaches out for my hand and I give it to him, and he leans his face against it.

"Why don't you trust me?" I ask.

His head jerks upward and he stares at my intensely. The way he did during our conversation the night we'd gotten together. Even now he's beseeching me to understand him.

"I trust you Katniss."

I shake my head no.

"Yes I do." He says harder. "I just didn't want you to have any extra pain."

I stare at him in amazement. "How is that healthy for either party?"

He closes his eyes for a long moment, then shakes his head. "I'm so sorry Katniss, the last thing I wanted was to hurt you."

I reach up and stroke his check.

"And that's the last thing I want from you. You need to let me help you." I say, brushing the hair from his forehead. "Cause that's what we do right? We protect each other?"

He gives me a smile. "Right." He says and leans in.

"Then let me protect you." I whisper before his lips reach mine.

"Come on." He says and takes my hand, leading me to his Studio. Now that I'm here I'm not sure if I want to see them. He opens the door but doesn't turn on the light.

"There's another room." He tells me as he leads me blindly across the room.

"I was going to say, cause I've been here before."

Peeta chuckles as he opens a door on the side wall, one that I've seen many times.

"I thought this was a closet."

"And I never corrected you."

The light in this room is slightly darker then in his main Studio, or maybe what's in the room is casts a darker glow. Before I'm allowed to focus my eyes Peeta's face obstructs my view.

"This wont be fun Katniss."

I give him a sad smile. "I don't expect it to be." I tell him.

He takes a deep breathe and moves out of the way. I try to construct a mask of indifference.

"What do you think?" He says in a melancholy tone.

I turn about the room, taking in every picture. "I hate them."

They are so real, there painting of things that had really happened. Just like on the train, during the victory tour.

"You've said that, real or not real?"

"Real." I whisper.

There's Cato, dead with the mutts circling him, and a painting of Mags, lying in a bed of fog. My heart lurches as my eyes connect with a painting of Finnick hanging onto the ladder.

Then I'm struck with my own face, bruised and bloody. I can see my cheekbones, the hollows under my eyes look like canyons. I take in a breathe and move on to another, and another and another, all as horrible as the first.

"How could you stand it, holding these inside you?" I ask him.

"There not inside me, their on a canvas."

"Does it help?"
"You ask that before too, real or not real?"

I close my eyes and smile. "What I mean is, doesn't it hurt seeing them come to life like this?"

He doesn't answer right away, when he does his voice is hard and glummy. The way he sounds after an episode.

"I don't ever hang out in here. I paint the picture, then I leave. Its not like my Studio where I stay in there for hours, studying my painting after there down. I do them and go.

I'm not sure if it helps or if I'm just kidding myself, but I never dream or have an episode about the same thing, after I paint them there gone from my mind."

"Sounds like it works then." I say, nodding my head.

"You don't ever dream the same nightmare twice."

"Yes I do." I say turning to him.

"Well, I guess you do have recurring themes."

"And you?"

"Yeah." He says, his head nodding slowly.

"When do you paint them?" I ask, as I start flipping through paintings that look older then the others.

"I mean, I notice you disappearing after an episode but what about the nightmares?"

"You real didn't notice that I'm gone half the night?" He says, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

I whirl around. "You sneak off too paint these? But you're always there to wake me from a nightmare."

"Your really loud Katniss." He says sadly.

I let it go and turn back to the paintings. My heart nearly stops, I'm staring at a hazy picture of the Games, it's the scene where we were on the cornucopia but its wrong.

Disgustingly, disturbingly wrong. Instead of my arrow in Cato's hand, it's in Peeta's forehead. I jump as Peeta slams the paintings back together and pulls me from the room.

"A dream or an episode?" I ask, my voice surprisingly steady.

He turns the light in his Art Studio on. He still wont look at me.

"Episode." He says in a thick voice. I walk over and spin him around. He closes his eyes but I can still see the tears on his cheek.

"Your not allowed to hide them from me anymore, remember?"

He opens them slowly and I reach up to wipe the tears from his cheek.

"It wasn't real." I whisper.

"I know," He nods his head. "It was an episode I had then I'd first gotten back to 12. It was so bad Dr. Aurelius almost made me go back to the capital."

He takes a few steps away from me and leans up against the wall.

"He was afraid because it was about you. He thought I might become violent again."

"Why didn't you come and talk to me about it?"

Peeta gives me a smile. "I couldn't Katniss. Do you not remember the day I got back?"

Yes, I nod. I said hello and ran into the woods while he planted Primroses in front of my house. I had hid there all day.

"You know." I say, "We need to move those rose bushes over here."

I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Yeah we should." He says quietly.

I sigh and lean into him. That's why he's keep his nightmares from me, because of that painting. How many others are like it? How many of his episodes and nightmares are about me hurting him, or other he loves? Do I want to know? I tremble at the thought of them.

"Anything alts you want to talk to me about?" My question is met with silence.

"Alright re-word, is there anything you should tell me about, per our new arrangements?"

He leans in and starts to kiss me.

"That's still not an answer." I say between kisses.

"I'm very aware of that." He says, but doesn't brake the kiss.

That night it begins, and Peeta keeps too our agreement. He shakes me awake so quietly that I don't register anything wrong until I see the sweat caked on to his features.

"I almost didn't wake you." He says hoarsely.

I grab the cotton cloth off the nightstand and wipe the perspiration from his face. He sits there quietly, unmoving and unspeaking.

Finally I ask, "what was it?"

He waits a long moment before talking. "Would you believe me if I said it was a scene from the Games?"

I shake my head in frustration. "Why is that your crutch?"

"Because you were there, so I don't have to explain it." His voice cracks on the last word, he shut his eyes and inhales deeply.

"Was I hurting you?" I ask, so afraid of the answer.

"No." He says, and then adds, opening his eyes to look at me. "Do you believe me?"
"Would you tell me if it was?" I retort,

He chuckles but it not his usual quite laugh, its stiff like a cough.

"It'll take me time to get use to this."

"Just tell me what it was about, no details."

He wraps his arms around me and I press my face into his chest. His heart bet is faster then normal though he's working at keeping his breath steady.

"It was a flashback." He says, "I was back in the Capital… and they were torturing me."

I've always been inquisitive about the time he spent being tortured by Snow, but I've never been brave enough to ask him about it. Now the question comes out on it's own, "What did they do to you there?" The second it's out I wish I can retrieve it because Peeta's pulse increase into a hammering under my ear.

He takes a deep breathe in an unsuccessfully attempt to calm himself. I move my thumb in a circular motion on his forearm, trying to help.

The clock on the wall reads 1 am but the moon is full, bright enough to see by. Suddenly I get and idea.

"Do you want to try something alts tonight? Something other then painting what you saw?"

He looks down at me; I can see that he is relieved not to have to answer my question.

"Out of pure curiosity." He says his voice colored in excitement.

"Get dressed, warmly." I tell him.

I roll out of bed and move down the stairs. I go to the linen closet first and grab three, best make it four, thick blankets and set them on the floor in the hallway.

"What's the plan?" Peeta asks.

He's dressed in thick sweatpants, a flannel shirt and thick woolen socks. He looks to the blankets and raises his eyebrow.

"Pack up some food." I say as I run passed him and up the stairs to get dressed.

"What? Wait, but Katniss." I hear him hollers after me.

After I'm dressed in a similar outfit as Peeta I return to the hallway where he is standing with a pack of food.

"Do I get to know what we're doing?" He asks.

I don't know why I feel so giddy, or why I'm doing this at one o'clock in the morning but I am. I reach into the closet and pull out our winter coats and my hunting bag. I run back up stair and stuff into the bag extra socks, pants, and shirts. I get Peeta's small box of sketching equipment, then my knife and move back down stairs. Peeta is sitting on the couch, half asleep with boots and coat on. I decide to leave him there and finish packing. Once my coat and boots are on I rouse him. The moon is enough to see by, but I reach back into the closet and grab the flashlight Bettie had made me.

Peeta doesn't ask any more questions, just follows me blindly into the woods. I know the path by heart. The moon is enough to see by, and even with the light from the flashlight Peeta's still struggling.

His hand clutches mine as he continues to trip on his fake limb. I'm not sure if it's the leg or if it's just been that long but he sounds louder then I remember, or maybe he just sounds louder in the stillness and silence of early morning. When I call him out on it he throws a handful of dead leaves at my back, hitting me right between the shoulder blades.

"It's the dead leaves." He protests.

"No its not." I say quietly, but I cover my head as more leaves shower me.

"Well, any hope I had of being a ghost in the forest was taken away with my leg." He says bitterly. I turn to him; we still have 4 more hours till sunrise and its only three miles to go.

"Well, I can't teach you how to be quiet but maybe I can teach you how not to crash around."

I reach down and lay my hand on the grown. The dew hasn't formed yet and it hasn't rained in days so the ground was perfectly dry.

"Here, take off your shoe." I tell him,

He gives me a look. "But its cold.".

"Just your shoes, your sock are what's keeping them warm anyway and your going to keep those on."

With a huff he obeys and sets his shoes beside him.

"Tread softly," I tell him, "Don't kick you feet or hoop around, or alts you'll get something logged in your foot."

His eyes grow wide.

"Oh you're like a child." I tease and take off my own shoes.

I walk towards him without a sound but a soft whisper of the leaves beneath my feet. I wrap my arms around his neck. "See?" I say.

"No, I didn't see. It night Katniss, which means it's dark out."

I snort, and he laughs. His real laugh, no trace of fear, no trace of what the Capital did to him, he was Peeta again, my boy with the bread.

After 20tny minutes Peeta's tread doesn't improver, and the more frustrated he gets the louder he becomes.

"You'll get better with time." I tell him.

After a few more minutes we slip on our shoes and continue down the invisible path. We can't be more then a mile away know, and the sun is still a half an hour away from making it's appearance.

"Can I know where we're going know?" Peeta asks.

"No." I say for the fourth time.

I hear Peeta advancing fast and I make a run for it. I'm satisfied then I hear him grunt. I take no more then 20 steps and I'm here. Its still dark so you can't see the water but I know it's the place.

I turn to see him behind me and point to where I know the small hill is, where you can see every thing, and it points you in the direction of the east.

"Lets set up over there."

"We're here?"

I smile. "Yeah, we're here."

We set up our midnight picnic and lay back on the blanket. Our coats are warm enough so the other blankets stay in the bag with our extra cloths.

Peeta perks up. "Is that water?"

Just then the suns pink and orange rays spill out over the sky.

"Oh" He breathes.

We both just sit here, watching the world around us wake up in color. The sky begins to get painted by the sun with blues, purples, pinks, and Peeta's favorite orange. The pond sparkles with thousands of vibrant, multi-colored jewelry. The foliage around us glows with a passion. As if all they want in the world is to be as colorful as the sunrise itself.

"Damn it." Peeta huffs, and I know he's thinking of his art supplies. I rummage through my bag and hand him his box. I'm thanked with a quick kiss and he gets to work. "Katniss," He whispers in my ear, as the colors start to waste way as the sky grows bluer. "This is amazing, thank you." He brushes his lips across my ear.

I turn to him. "Your welcome."

He leans in but we are interrupted by the sound of both our stomachs growling.

"What did you bring us?" I ask.

He reaches into his pack and pulls out, cheese buns, goat cheese, a tomato, smoked wild Turkey, and… "Katnisses." I laugh.

Peeta pulls out a bowl of boiled Katniss root, and laughs. "They taste good." He says, giving me a wink, and sets them with the rest of the food.

"You have been dubbed the man who packs the food."

Peeta laugh, "Can I have your knife?"

I hand it over and he starts making sandwiches. I pop off the lid of the Katnisses and toss one of the small, buttered, seasoned bulbs into my mouth.

"This place is beautiful." Peeta says, while we pick at our sandwiches. "How did you find this place?"

I lean my head onto his lap, "My father showed it to me."

We sit here for an hour in silence, curled up next to each other, and Peeta ends up falling asleep on my lap. I run my fingers through his hair, thinking. I fell the hatred I have for Snow boil inside of me. How could he have done this to him, tortured Peeta to the place of almost no repair? The tears flow down my face, and my chest burns with fear and hatred. I can't see how anyone could hurt him, this boy who only loves and cares. Who would follow you to the center of the earth if you asked him too.

Peeta strokes my leg, telling me that he's awake; I burry my face into his hair, breathing in his scent. I was so close to losing him, what would I have done without him?

"I'm so sorry for what they did to you." I whimper into his hair.

I pucker my lips and kiss the back of his head. He takes a deep breathe and rolls over, so that his facing me. He looks at my braid and takes it in his fingers.

"For the first few weeks they were obsessed with finding out what I knew of the rebellion. They kept us all in separate cells, Johanna, Annie, Darius, and the other Avox girl."

He shakes a little and I grip the front of his shirt, determined to whole on to him.

"I didn't know what they were doing to the rest of them. Sometimes you'd hear someone scream but you didn't no who. They would take me to a room, deep underground, and just beat me. Sometimes they would hook me up to a chair and pump electricity into me, but when I still didn't talk and they still didn't believe that I didn't know anything, they a… they tried something alts." He stammers.

"You don't have to-"

He laces his fingers into my braid and pulls on it slightly, almost involuntarily, "Just let me, you don't have to listen if you don't want."

"Its my turn to protect you remember?"

He doesn't reply his face is somber, as if he's at a funeral.

"They used Darius first, they took me into a room and strapped me to a chair. They left me in there for, what felt like a few hours, then they brought Darius in. They… they just started beating him.

I was screaming for them to stop but they wouldn't. Snow came up behind me and said

that if I told him what I knew they will let Darius go home. All of a sudden, one of the guards kicked Darius in the head and…"

He didn't finish, he didn't need too. "The next day it was the same drill. They chained me to the chair, left me, then they brought in the Avox girl. Instead of beating her they hooked her up to an electrified chair. Snow told me that her name was Mira, but she didn't last long. They pumped her once, and her heart gave out." The grip on my braid tightens as he spoke.

I remember her face so well, now I have a name to put with it, Mira. Oh and Darius, he didn't deserve to go like that. I'm hit with a sickening realization. We didn't recover there bodies, any of them. Not Darius, nor Mira, or Finnick, we left them there, in the Capital. I was told that Finnick's body was looked for but never recovered. And Darius and Mira, I doubt they even bother looking for them.

"Then they used Annie." Peeta says.

My head starts to sway and I see the image of Peeta, strapped to a chair hafting to watch Annie get tortured in front of him, and not being able to do anything about it.

"That only lasted a few days though. Once they finely believed me they decided to take a different root."

He moved his fingers out of me hair and to his right arm. He lifts the sleeve over his elbow. He grabs my hand from his shirt and moves it to the inside of his elbow.

"They left me alone for a week, working on some of their other guests I think. Then they came for me. They brought me to a room, it looked like the hospital room they had us in after the Hunger Games. They strapped me down and stuck a bunch of tubes into me arms. I didn't know what they were injecting me with at first, just that it hurt, burned like fire. It took 30 minutes to realize it was Tracker Jacker venom. Then all of a sudden the flow of liquid stopped and the Doctors just left. Then you walked trough the door."

I can feel the sweat collecting around my hair line.

"And what did I do?"

He closes his eyes and barely speaks the words. "You walked in, kissed my forehead, told me good-bye and then set me on fire."

My chest shatters into thousands of pieces.

"I was screaming your name. I think that where they got the idea too… what did Dr. Aureluis say? Hijack?" He asked.

I nodded slowly.

"It was a pretty simple thing actually." He says, "They would just hook me up to the tubes and leave me there for a few minutes. They did it for about three weeks, then when I was afraid of my own shadow they showed me doctored clips of the Games, and it swelled in too… well, me trying to strangle you." He says with a shaky voice.

I begin to hyperventilate and I have to move. Why am I so shocked? Was I expecting it to be fine, for him to tell me that they didn't hurt him as bad as I have believed? Was this worse then what I thought or was it the same? He's head slips off of my lap as I stand.

"Katniss?"

I walk down by the water and wrap my arms around myself. I don't hear any movement but Peeta grabs my arm and spins me around.

"Katniss."

"So, you did learn how to walk more quietly." I say.

He gives me a regretful look. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you."

I grab him, holding him in my arms, refusing to let him go. "No Peeta, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He wraps his arms around me tightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you."

He doesn't tell me that its okay, that I didn't abandon him. He doesn't make excuses for me. He leans over and whispers into my ear. "I forgive you Katniss."

When we get back to the house we move to the office where I talk Peeta into write the letter, while I read it over his shoulder.

'Dear Annie,

Katniss and I would love to come and visit you and her mother in four, but we have some stuff to get sorted first. Katniss will have to stock up on meat for some people in the town, and I'll have to find someone to work at the Bakery while I'm gone, I have two people in mind but their both still in school,'

"Who?" I ask

Peeta turns to me and smiles. "Rory and Vick."

Gales brother?

"What?" I say, I didn't know they could bake, how did Peeta?

"Yeah, they help me when your hunting. Their actually good bakers, I'm thinking of hiring them on full time. Going on this trip can be sort of a, test for them." He adds and turns back to writing.

'so what do you think about sometime next summer?

Seaglass is beautiful Annie, he looks just like Finnick. We can't wait to meet him in person. As for the matter of Katniss and I,'

He smile as he continues to write.

'yes, we're actually living together now, and I for one is as happy as can be.

Write us back about what you think of us coming in the summer. I wont be able to leave the Bakery for more then a month and to be honest, I think that's all the time the people here can go without Katniss hunting.

We are awaiting your answer.

Peeta and Katniss'