AN: Hey! Here's the next installment of Drenched in Water. Read on and don't forget to review.

Katniss sat down and her prep team readied her for the dinner. Katniss was sure it was going to be a nice dinner and it would only be made better by her presence. She had been told that her presence could brighten any room. Or did people say her presence bored people to death? Should couldn't remember, but she was sure it was the first one. She wasn't boring at all! Makeup was a very interesting topic of conversation.

As Katniss was fantasizing about what dishes would be served at the dinner, she didn't really pay attention to what her prep team was doing to her. They could've put her in a clown costume and she wouldn't have known. Of course, she would've had a heart attack if they had and she'd found out. But then, Katniss getting a heart attack might be for the best because then she wouldn't be able to talk anymore.

Katniss was about to leave when she saw herself in the mirror. She was wearing a pink strapless dress and her hair was pulled back. The only detail Katniss registered was the fact that the dress was pink, which was such a lovely, lovely color that Katniss wanted to prance around in happiness throwing sparkly glitter at people when she thought about it. She didn't know where she would get the oh-so-sparkly glitter, but she would get it nonetheless.

But before she could get her hands on some glitter, Cinna dragged her out the door and everyone assembled to get ready to go to the dinner. Haymitch was singing, "And I was like baby, baby, baby, ooh…" Effie immediately slapped Katniss, and then went back to examining the schedule. She was glaring at the guards.

"What's wrong?" Cinna asked Effie.

"I don't like the way they're treating us here. They definitely don't deserve a friendly slap," Effie said irritably.

Katniss felt someone tap her shoulder, and turned around to see Peeta standing behind her holding a spoon.

"Look at what I found!" Peeta said with barely contained excitement.

"I'm already looking at it," Katniss said impatiently. She wanted to go to the dinner so she could show off her pink dress. That reminded her that she still needed to find that glitter…

"It's a spoon!" Peeta exclaimed. It was quite obvious that it was a spoon, so it wasn't necessary for Peeta to point that out. But maybe Peeta was trying to make sure Katniss knew it was a spoon?

"Yes," Katniss replied.

Peeta looked at the spoon in awe, his mouth slightly agape. "It's a pretty spoon," Peeta said in wonder.

Katniss looked insulted. "Psh, I'm a much prettier spoon!"

Peeta looked at Katniss like she was crazy, which she could very well be. "You're a spoon?"

Katniss nodded. "Of course."

"You're a kitchen utensil?" Peeta asked in confusion. Peeta turned his head this way and that to see if Katniss bore even the slightest resemblance to a spoon. Then he had a sudden realization. I'm in love with a spoon?

"What's a utensil?" Katniss asked. She said "utensil" like it was a new, foreign word to her, like she wasn't exactly sure of the pronunciation. You see, Katniss had trouble with some words that were over two syllables long.

"An implement, instrument, or vessel used in a household and especially a kitchen," Peeta replied.

"How did you know that?" Katniss asked.

Peeta took a pocket dictionary out of his jacket pocket. "Merriam-Webster dictionary."

"Oh…can you look up 'pretty' in there? I want to see if the definition is 'Katniss'"

Peeta obliged immediately, flipping through the pages of the dictionary until he found the word he was looking for. "Moderately large; considerable," Peeta said.

"What?"

At Katniss' look of utter confusion, Peeta looked down at the dictionary again. "Oops, wrong definition. The right definition is 'pleasing by delicacy or grace; having conventionally accepted elements of beauty; appearing or sounding pleasant or nice but lacking strength, force, manliness, purpose, or intensity'."

Katniss looked quite miffed. "There's no mention of me?" she demanded. Peeta shook his head. "Well, they have the wrong definition, then," she decided.

She and Peeta descended the steps and were sucked into an indistinguishable round of dinners, ceremonies, and train rides. Each day it was the same. Wake up. Get dressed. Complain about something. Ride through cheering crowds while talking about makeup. Listen to a speech in their honor. Give a thank-you speech without offering makeup (that came as a relief to Katniss because she liked to keep her makeup to herself, thank you very much). Sometimes a brief tour. Complain about how the tour didn't offer free makeup at the end. Dress in evening clothes. Look up the definition of 'pretty' in Peeta's dictionary to see if it had been changed since the last time she'd checked. Attend dinner. Train.

In Districts 8, 3, and 4, the people seemed to be genuinely elated at the sight of Peeta and Katniss. Katniss would have liked to say that it was because her makeup and clothing were absolutely stunning, but she knew she was only deceiving herself.

It was because they wanted more pink. Duh.

Underneath all her shallow thoughts (yes, it's kind of hard to believe that she was actually capable of thinking about important things some of the time), she began to worry that maybe her acting wasn't good enough, that maybe a rebellion was unpreventable. When the people chanted her name, it sounded like a cry for vengeance. She was extremely frustrated. Why couldn't these people just put some makeup on and be happy?

By the time they reached the Capitol, Katniss was desperate. She didn't think she had done a very good job pacifying the districts. A lot of them wanted justice from the Capitol they were determined to get it. Katniss only hoped they wouldn't get her involved. She had enough troubles of her own. She had run out of her favorite color of lipstick.

Katniss suggested a public marriage proposal. Peeta agreed quickly but then disappeared into his room for a long time, presumably to write another poem.

"He seems disappointed," Katniss said. "I thought he wanted this."

If Katniss was hoping for an insightful answer from Haymitch, she was disappointed. He just kept singing Justin Bieber songs. Maybe he was searching for his inner girl.

Before the dinner, there was an interview with Caeser Flickerman. When he asked them about the future, Peeta got down on one knee and proposed to Katniss, telling her how much he loved her. He, of course, had a poem for the occasion.

"Katniss, you are my love, my life

Will you be my wife?"

Katniss accepted immediately and the Capitol audience was hysterical.

Even President Snow paid a surprise visit to congratulate them. He embraced Katniss. Afterward, he pulled back, smiling at her. Katniss raised her eyebrows, asking unspoken questions. Did I do it? Was it enough for you not to kill my whole family and everyone I love? Was it enough for you not to take away my makeup?

In answer, he gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, mouthing four words.

"Off with your head."

AN: So…like it? Hate it? I don't own the rights to Baby by Justin Bieber. I loathe that song. They were playing it for an awards ceremony thing at school once. I was screaming, "Death to Bieber" the whole time. That was a terrifying experience. People everywhere were singing along. *shudder*Afterward, my friends and I confronted the teacher who picked the music. It turns out Baby was one of the only pop songs she knew. I forgave her because the school wouldn't let her play the music she listens to. Which is mostly rock, I think (that was totally awesome because I found out a math teacher likes a lot of the same music I do).

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