A/N- I decided to write another 'Don't Let Me Go' last night...

This one's a little longer than the others and a bit more lighthearted and much less serious. I fancied writing in Peeta's POV, so this could be a little weird...

What could happen if Peeta tried to bake cupcakes with Katniss?

"Uh, you ruined it!" I cry, knocking the bowl and sending it flying across the kitchen.

It lands with a satisfying thud and the contents pour over the tiled floor. Clots of pink frosting - I say frosting... more like congealed, pink shampoo - stick to the tiles, creating the difficult task of cleaning. If that's not bad enough, the gloop has also stuck around the surface of the mixing bowl and the whisk. The whisk is even harder to clean! Especially when trying to manoeuvre a sponge between the metal cage. Couldn't she have used a wooden spoon?

"Sorry..." Katniss mumbles as she bends down to pick up the bowl. "It looked fine to me"

I sigh a heavy sigh and look at her in disappointment. "Really? Did you not feel the texture?"

"Um..." She mumbles, not knowing what to say.

"Frosting is supposed to be light and fluffy. It needs a smooth consistency; to be soft on the tongue. It needs a fine blend between the ingredients, so they can compliment each other and create something beautiful. A froster needs something easy to work with, so they can delicately swirl and merge colours together to create designs. Presentation is key and without a carefully made frosting, the whole cake looks unprofessional; as if a three year old has slapped it on! We are not three year olds; we are much more matured beings. Do we slap frosting? No. No we do not. We blend and apply with great concentration"

I pause, waiting for Katniss to agree, but she doesn't. There's no nod of approval, not even an absent minded smile. All I see is her staring at me as if I were an alien from another planet.

"You what?" She says, her mouth gaping open like a giant hole in the earth.

"I just told you the basics of frosting!" I exclaim, completely dumbfounded. Did she not hear a word I just said?

"The basics?" She says, her eyes wide with horror. Or maybe shock... hmm, I can't quite tell...

"Of course that was the basics! Everyone knows that"

"I don't" She mumbles, her finger intertwined with her braid.

"Well you should" I state. "Sub section 5 of the Baking Bible: Frosting. Rule number 1 clearly states, 'When creating any species of frosting, one must ensure that a smooth consistency runs throughout; any lump, bump or clump must be blended to the death' "

"There's a Baking Bible?"

"Yeah... What is wrong with you today, Katniss? You've been coming out with some weird things..." I mutter to her, walking over to the cupboard and rummaging through the contents.

My hands sort through pouches of ingredients; from wholemeal flour to self-raising; from granulated sugar to golden caster; from sultanas to chocolate chips. Any cake component you name, we have it. It's like a superstore for bakers. Heaven in a cupboard.

Eventually, I gather up all the relevant ingredients and place them on the table, arranging them in order of use and size. I beckon Katniss over and she soon joins me, her sleeves rolled up and ready to bake.

"Great work Katniss" I point to her shortened sleeves.

"Oh, right, that. Nah, I was just a little hot. It's boiling in here" She explains, fanning her face with her hand.

I raise my eyebrows at her and give my head a little shake, sighing at her lack of enthusiasm.

"Well, then... Let us begin with the sponge" I start, pulling out a fresh mixing bowl and spoon. This time, a wooden one to begin with.

"Ok, is it flour first?" Katniss asks, picking up a bag of self-raising and examining the label.

"Yes. Now, we want 500 grams of flour" I tell her, passing her some scales.

She nods and begins pouring flour into the bowl, occasionally checking the scales for perfect measurement. When it hits 500 exactly, she smiles and tips the flour into the bowl. So far so good... but it's not really difficult to measure flour.

"What next, Mr Chef?" She asks, scanning over the ingredients with genuine interest.

"Aha, now is time for the sugar, ma dear. What's left in the bag is plenty enough" I reply, passing her the sugar.

Again, she successfully pours in the sugar and asks me for the next instruction. I give tell her the next things to add and everything seems to be going perfect. Until we reach the eggs.

"Ok, you've got to fold the eggs in, not beat them yet. This way, they'll blend the other ingredients in slowly and it's a better method for the cakes we are making" I instruct her, placing two round eggs in her palms.

She doesn't move for a moment, just stares at the eggs that sit in her hands. I clear my throat in a way to hint at her and she mumbles something under her breath and cracks the eggs into the bowl. A few pieces of cracked shell fall in, but I swiftly remove them with a teaspoon and clear them out of harms way.

It's when I return that I almost have a heart attack. Katniss is standing in front of the bowl, about to plunge her hands in the mixture. She seems as if she knows what she's doing. But by hell, she doesn't.

"Katniss! NOOOO!" I yell, thrusting my body forward to stop her from sticking her hands in.

Fortunately, she hears me in time and spins around, her face stricken with fear.

"Oh my god Peeta. What was that for?" She gawps at me.

"You were about to put your hands in it!" I exclaim.

"And? You told me to fold in the eggs" She says, looking at me in a confused manner.

My palm comes up to hit my face. "You don't fold eggs like you do with paper! It'll sink straight through your hands and create an uneven texture! Sub section 2 of the Baking Bible: Binding Ingredients. Rule number 17 very clearly states that 'When one uses their hands within a recipe, they must be performing one of the following tasks: kneading, bread crumbing, crumbling, flattening, rolling or shaping. Other than that, one's hands should not come into contact with the mixture at any one time' "

"Oh..."

"Well, there's no harm done now, is there? I'll just fold in these eggs and we'll continue" I sigh, walking over to the bowl.

I blend the ingredients together and work on achieving a smooth consistency; whisking the mixture around and around, quickly but without fault. My wrist moves with speed as the flour, eggs and other ingredients merge together. The lumps soon dissolve and a silky solution is left. I do this whole process in silence; Katniss watching my every move.

Throughout the blending, I keep having images of Katniss plunging her hands into the bowl. Seeing the mixture ooze out between her fingers, squelching and glooping together. The thought of what may have happened sickens me. Only once in my life have I seen someone blend with their hands... I must confess, it horrified me. Seeing it happen in my own kitchen would just be dreadful!

Katniss rejoins me as we pour the liquid into the cupcake cases, her face still with concentration. We manage to fill each case without any spillages and I'm starting to feel like she's got the hang of baking. Ah, it must be after watching my techniques that she's picked it up. She must be a visual learner, much like myself. Well, at least there won't be any more accidents or near heart attacks. There's nothing else that could go wrong now; the cakes are baking in the oven and I've already made the frosting. Besides, she's got a baking streak, I think.

Twenty minutes later and the cakes have risen nicely; all golden brown on the outside an fluffy on the inside. Just how a cupcake should be. I'm just applying the last cupcake with some baby pink frosting, my tongue out to the side as I put all my attention on getting that perfect swirl. Not that I need to really, after all, I am a professional.

"Next batch is ready for frosting, Mr Chef" Katniss announces gleefully, bringing over another twelve golden cakes.

"Why thank you, Assistant Chef" I say, grinning at her with pride. "How's the chocolate frosting going?"

"Great, I'm just blending it now" She replies, halfway over to the other table.

"You're not using your hands this time?" I tease, calling over to her.

"Nope" Comes her reply. "Just the electric whisk"

"Um... which one?" I ask anxiously.

"The orange one" She says back.

I drop my frosting tube.

"Katniss! Don't touch the orange one!" I yell, panicking as I sprint across the room, my hands covered in frosting and icing sugar.

She turns around sharply and stares at me in surprise.

"Um... I kinda already have..." She admits, the whisk in her hand.

"Well don't turn it on, whatever you do" I order, heart still beating hard.

"Ok then..." She replies. "I'll just flick the lock on then"

Her finger flicks the switch.

I scream.

Chocolate sauce splatters across my heated cheeks, my apron and in my hair. Within a few seconds, the whole kitchen is decorated in droplets of brown liquid. It slides down the walls, leaving behind mud like trails. The floor becomes a slippery level of chocolate, smearing across tiles and slowing me down as I try to reach Katniss.

She's screaming, her hand clutching the whirring whisk and everything from her head down to her toe is splattered with chocolate. The sound from the metal cage whirling around is abnormal. It's loud and stuttering out of control.

"Peeta! How do I get it to stop?" Katniss screams to me, her face flustered.

"You can't! The off switch broke ages ago!" I yell back over the sound. "I forgot to tell you!"

"Well what can I do then?" She cries. "I can't take it anymore, it's too wild! I'll just have to drop it!"

"No Katniss! Whatever you do; DON'T. LET. GO."

A/N- Haha... that was a bit weird... I'm not really sure if there is a Baking Bible, but if there is could someone let me know?

Muchos gracias and if you liked this, then please REVIEW and it really means a lot to me. It will only take half a minute to make me glow inside, so do a good deed for the day, please!

Oh, and I think I might write more of these baking sessions with different characters, your views?

Thanks, FireflyLlama x