On big occasions, different groups of people get sent out to work. Hunters are in charge of meat, Foragers are in charge of the vegetation, and bakers earn a little extra money baking bread and cookies. That is what Peeta and his father did in their spare time.
We laughed and chatted with the people at our table through dinner, and I was careful not to eat too much of a single thing.
"Peeta, these cookies are beautiful!" my mother complimented him, and held up a golden-brown cookie with an intricate design of roses on it.
"Thank you. My father wanted all of our work to be flower-related. There are daisies and blue bells somewhere around here, too," Peeta peeked at the different plates of treats. Then he found the one he was looking for and held a cookie up for all of us to see. "Primrose was Katniss' idea."
Prim took the cookie from him and looked at it cautiously. She took a bit out of it and Peeta laughed as she downed it fast.
"Primrose, manners." Mother scolded her. Prim blushed.
"It's alright, Ms. Everdeen. Even my father couldn't keep away from them," Peeta said, smiling at Prim, who looked better after he had said that.
I laughed and drained my glass of ice-water and immediately knew that it was a mistake. "Excuse me for a moment," I said, starting to get up. RRRIIIIPPPP. I stopped dead in my tracks, horror flooding me. Apparently my mom was right about the dress not fitting right because it just split a foot along the left seam on my waist.
"Oh no!" I squeaked, and I clapped my hand on the rip.
My mother jumped up immediately and said," Katniss, I told you that dress didn't fit right but nooo."
"Here, take my jacket. Peeta shrugged off his jacket and put it on my shoulders.
"Thanks," I muttered, putting the jacket on. "I'll be right back."
After a short trip to the restroom, I found a tidy white jacket to replace Peeta's black one.
Dinner went on better than it had in the beginning, and when it was over, I excused myself from the table. My head was hurting, so immediately after I showered, I crawled into bed. Before anyone could come and wish me goodnight, I was fast asleep.
I didn't have any nightmares, for a change. Just an eternity of blackness and waiting impatiently for me to wake up.
Peeta, like always, was right next to me when I woke up. "Are you okay, Katniss? You slept for a really long time," He asked me, brushing a stray lock of my hair behind one of my ears.
"Not really." I groaned. "My head hurts like crazy and I feel like I'm going to toss my cookies at any second."
Thank goodness I made it to the bathroom before I did, though. Emptying my stomach was much easier, and faster, than filling it up, I had to admit. After I was done flushing my stomach, I looked for something to help my headache. Mother always used plants for headaches back in district 12, but there weren't any available now, so I had no idea what to take. So I went back into the bedroom empty-handed.
"Would you like me to take you to the hospital?" Peeta asked in a worried tone.
"I think I'm going to have to. My head is ready to explode at any moment."