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Peeta has gotten his hands on some painting supplies. It was a beautiful day and Peeta hadn't spent many of those outside because he'd been busy baking and exploring the hotel. However, today he was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of ratty jeans; the shirt as well as his arms and hands were smudged with paint. The scene slowly emerging on the canvas was one of a meadow with mountains, the sun just setting beyond them. His brow was furrowed as he focused on getting just the right shade and light in the sunset.

Peeta was adjusting here. He was beginning to live a life. He enjoyed his job baking for the hotel. He was beginning to branch out and open some of the doors, no longer terrified that every one would bring an army of peacekeepers from the Capitol down on them. He was still wary about the Capitol finding them, and he probably always will be, but it no longer paralyzed him in his daily life here.

After several moments, he took a step back, lips pressed together as he contemplated the scene. He was missing something, but he wasn't quite sure what yet. After several moments of studying the canvas, he put his brushes aside and toe-heeled his shoes off to wiggle his toes in the grass. Maybe taking a break would help.

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"We could be happy, anyway," Katniss says. Somehow, all of her future plans include Peeta now even though before she was content to be alone. It just seems like she is never going to be rid of the boy with the bread - nor does she want to be.

Peeta nods because he has no doubt that he could be happy with Katniss even they are in the middle of nowhere. He's never had any doubt that he could be happy with Katniss. This is the first time that he's known that she's included him in her future plans and he likes that. A lot.

"We'll find our way here, whether it means we settle down in the hotel, or if we have to run."