Fourth Floor Common Room | Friday Evening

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Peeta had almost been here for a full week and the whole thing still didn't feel quite real to him. Not living in fear was a new thing, and he wasn't quite sure how to react to it so he decided to settle down and do something familiar to clear his head. That something being baking, obviously. The kitchens were well stocked enough but the equipment was different than what Peeta was used to so he decided to stick with making cupcakes rather than anything too elaborate. The first batch was done and cooling and the second was almost ready to go in the oven. He was even making his own buttercream frosting because that can of pre-made stuff he found in the pantry was gross.

It wasn't so much clearing his head so much as it was a nice distraction, but he would take what he could get.

[Baking is so an identity. Open of course]

The Roof, Late Friday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

It was a nice day to be up on the roof. Warm but still not too hot for Natalie's taste. There was nothing weird going on in town, either, from what she could see. It looked almost normal, from up here.

Still, she couldn't quite say she was happy. There had been a feeling she hadn't been able to shake for a couple of days now. Ennui or homesickness or something else. She knew it would pass, because these moods always did. She just wished it would have gone away faster. She didn't have time to be feeling like this.

So, she was up on the roof, looking out over the town and smoking a cigarette that she intended to be her only one for now. Like she was willing her mood to be over in the span of a single smoke.

It was probably not going to work, but it was worth a shot.

[ooc: Open, naturally.]