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Chapter 3

When I get to my front porch, I set my game bag down; I don't want to bring it in without cleaning the animals and skinning them. As I open the door to my house I immediately smell fresh bread and chocolate icing. "Hey, how did it go?" Peeta questions immediately.

"Oh, pretty dang good, I think!" I exclaim.

"Really?"

"Yeah, come out on the front porch and I'll show you."

I lead him to the door and we step outside on the front porch and there sits Buttercup and my game bag. I open it as Peeta looks very impressed. Score! I think in my head.

"Wow, you did do really great!" Peeta exclaims.

"Thanks! It was really simple, I thought about fishing, but then I decided not to."

"Why not? You would've caught tons!"

"I saw our fishing poles." I blurt out.

"Oh, I understand, but you did good anyways." Peeta's face dims after he heard what I said.

"Well your cheese buns and chocolate cupcakes are ready. Do you want them now or later?"

"I think I'll wait until after I take a shower. Will that be okay?"

"Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want to do."

"Okay, I'll be done in a little bit, I won't be long."

I walk up the stairs to my bathroom and lock the door, and put my clothes into the hamper, I need to do laundry badly. I turn on the shower water and let it warm up and I slip into it. The water feels good on my bare skin. I wash myself down and get out of the shower and grab a towel. I dry my body off and get another towel to put my hair up in. I go to the closet in my bathroom to get something comfortable to wear for the rest of the night. I take the towel off my head and comb it out. I look at my hair, it goes down to my chest and it has some small curls in it. I think about braiding it, but decide not to. I just let it fall down and let it air dry. I unlock the door and skip down the steps to the kitchen. Peeta has the table set and food ready. Now I'm the one whose impressed.

"Looks good." I say politely.

"I like your hair that way too." Peeta says bashfully, while blushing.

"Thanks. Where's my chocolate cupcake?"

"Right here, sweetheart. Be careful, it hasn't cooled down enough."

"Okay. Sure, whatever."

I take a huge bite of it and spit it out and scream. Peeta has a shocked look on his face.

"What's wrong? Does it taste wrong?"

"No. It burnt my tongue!"

"Oh, well I did warn you. Just saying."

"I thought you were making a joke."

"How could that be a joke exactly?"

I pout playfully, but he thinks that I'm being serious. He come over and hugs me tightly and whispers in my ear "I'm sorry, do you want me to get you some milk for that?"

"Yes, please."

He goes over to the fridge and gets out milk and a cup from the cabinet and pours me some milk.

"Here you go. Is that better?"

My tongue instantly felt better.

"Yes, it does actually, thank you, Peeta."

"Welcome, no problem."

"Okay, well, let's eat!"

"Oh yeah, almost forgot, Greasy Sae came over and gave us some stew. I'm not sure what kind it is though. Looks like chicken or turkey, but it does smell good."

"Really? I haven't even smelt it yet. I'll check it out."

I go to where Peeta leads me, I didn't even notice the pot on the stove, cooking. I look inside of the pot, it's chicken. How did Greasy Sae get chicken? Someone must've sent it to her, maybe someone from District 13 or from Paylor, Panem's new president.

"It's chicken. I wonder how she got chicken? There aren't chicken here, is there."

"I don't know, maybe there is somewhere, I guess you're not the only hunter in this District anymore."

Oh no, I thought comes to my mind, is Gale back? No, he can't be.

"Do you think...that he's back?"

"No, Katniss, if he was, he would be knocking at your door already."

"Oh, true. Didn't think of that, I sure hope that he's not here."