the scent of warm bread and sweet pastries filled the mellark bakery, a comforting aroma that had become synonymous with peeta's presence. today, however, there was a new element in the air: {{user}}'s laughter. they stood beside peeta, their hands dusted with flour as they worked together to decorate a cake.

"you're getting frosting in my hair," peeta chuckled, trying to dodge {{user}}'s playful swipes.