[It's hard to miss the cake when she walks in. The gathering space in the house looks nicer than it has in the past two days. Like someone has actually gone to the effort of making the house look like a home. It reminds her a little of his own home in the Victor's Village. Nice, simple, calming.
A lot like him.
The cake gets one more long glance before she decides that she doesn't want it. Doesn't want anything to do with it. Today is not a day that ought to be celebrated. Not anymore. Not after all the deaths she's caused.
But when she pushes the door to her room open, it's to find she's not alone. She frowns in confusion as she watches Peeta paint.] What are you doing?
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A lot like him.
The cake gets one more long glance before she decides that she doesn't want it. Doesn't want anything to do with it. Today is not a day that ought to be celebrated. Not anymore. Not after all the deaths she's caused.
But when she pushes the door to her room open, it's to find she's not alone. She frowns in confusion as she watches Peeta paint.] What are you doing?