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We quickly get our project done, and I head to the small stove that we have, warming up some water.

"Need some help?" I turn to see Peeta casually leaning against my counter, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly. I blush a bit for paying attention, and nod. He walks over next to me, and I hand him a small wild onion.

"Chop this up, and just throw it in the pot after. I need to skin the rabbit still." He gets right to work, and I quickly skin the rabbit, cutting it into small cubes. I throw in some spices, and the rabbit cubes. He throws in the onions, and I grab the small bag of Katniss tubers out of the ice chest and toss them in.

"What were those?" Peeta asks, and I laugh slightly.

"They're Katniss tubers. I harvested them the other day, they're good." His eyes widen slightly.

"Is that where you got your name from?" I wince slightly, knowing I was named after them because my father found them.

"Yeah. My dad loved them, and they loved the name, my mom and dad." My voice is slightly stiff, so he drops it.

I pop a lid on top, and sit at the table. "Now, we wait. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. How long does the stew take to cook?"

"About an hour. My mom probably won't be home until later tonight, so it is just us and Prim. Want to go to the Meadow?" I don't know why I want to go to the Meadow, but I just do.

"Sure. Shall we tell Prim?" He asks, but we don't even have to ask her, because she flies down the stairs with a coat tossed over her shoulder and shoes hastily tied.

"Let's go!" She calls out, skipping out the front door before we even get up. Peeta laughs and I smile slightly. We quickly pull on shoes and jackets, and leave.

Prim talks the whole way, something about a English project that her and Rory are starting tomorrow after school. "Katniss, I won't be going home with you after school, I'm just going to go straight home with Rory. That is okay right?"

"Yeah, that's fine. I need to do some hunting again tomorrow night for our family, since the morning's haul is going towards what we need." She smiles, almost too widely. Peeta looks at her, and winks. I get confused at this, but decide to just ignore it and head to the center of it.

"Wow. This is really beautiful." Peeta remarks, and sits next to me. I nod, and lean back with Prim snuggled into my side tightly. A scratching sound suddenly fills my ears, and I look towards Peeta. He's quickly scrawling across a small notebook with a pencil, something I never noticed he was carrying with him.

"What are you drawing Peeta?" Prim asks, curiously peeking over me to see.

"It's a surprise," he responds with a smirk, "you'll see it later." I must doze off, because I am suddenly shook awake.

"Hey sleepy head. It's been about an hour, we should probably head back." I hear Peeta murmur. I pat the grass next to me, and notice Prim is gone.

"Where's Prim?" I ask, looking around.

"She headed home, said something about Lady needing her dinner. She didn't want to wake you up."

"Oh. Alright, let's go." I stand up, brushing my pants off. We walk in silence back to the house, and suddenly Peeta stops.

"Do you want to work on the project again next Monday after school? I get Mondays off unless we have a important cake order, which is extremely rare." He asks quickly.

"Sure, I guess." Is all I say, kicking the stones on the ground.

"We can do it at my home next week; my mom goes to her friend's house every Monday for 'tea.'" I hear a hint of sarcasm when he says tea, but decide he probably doesn't want to explain. I nod at him, and we walk into my small, coal-dusted home. The rabbit stew fills the air with a delicious smell, and I see Peeta lick his lips slightly. My stomach flutters lightly when he does that, which really confuses me.

"Hi Katniss, and hello." I see my mom standing a few feet away, her eyes trained on Peeta.

"Mom, this is Peeta Mellark, Peeta this is my mom."

Peeta steps forward with a smile, "Nice to meet you Mrs. Everdeen. Your flowers out front are lovely." My mom smiles slightly, and heads to the couch.

"She doesn't always talk much." I whisper to him, and walk to the pot on the stove.

"The stew is ready whenever you guys are Katniss." My mom says quietly.

I grab two bowls and spoons, dishing them up quickly. "Here, it is a bit hot." I slide a bowl to Peeta, and plop into a chair. He takes a bite, and moans slightly.

"This is so good, the best I have ever had hands down." Peeta says, shoveling another into his mouth.

"It isn't that good, you don't have to lie Peeta." He looks up into my eyes.

"It is great, I'm serious. Like I said before, hardly anything we have is fresh or flavorful. I can't remember the last time I ate something so good. You were right too, Katniss tubers are really good!" He smiles, and then starts eating again.

We finish two bowls each, quickly getting up to wash dishes after. "Peeta, you don't need to do dishes."

"Katniss, the least I could do is help out with dishes. I got to head home after too, it is getting close to seven."

We make quick work of the dishes. Peeta grabs his school bag and heads toward the door.

"Thanks for tonight. I'm glad we got to get a bit of that dumb project done." Peeta says, smiling at me.

"No problem. So, I guess I will see you tomorrow at school?" He nods, and then pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket suddenly.

"Here, for you. Thanks for tonight again." He slides the paper into my hand, his fingers brushing mine lightly. They tingle from his touch, again confusing me a lot. Before I can respond, he's out the door. I decide to head to the bedroom and go to sleep early.

Prim lies across mom's bed, paper littering the sheets. She looks up and smiles mischievously. "Well, are you going to look at it?" She pesters, and I nod back. My hands open the neatly folded paper, to reveal a beautiful picture. It's of Prim and I snuggled together in the Meadow, flowers surrounding our content faces. I smile, and look up at Prim.

"It's perfect." She grins, and gets up. After snatching the paper lightly from me, she pins it on the wall by my side of the bed. I burrow into the covers, staring at the photo in awe. It's the last thing I see before drifting into a peaceful sleep.