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three ( video ; action in Freya )

[ The video shows the interior of Freya's kitchen, with Peeta standing among bowls and measuring cups (most of which are still clean. Measuring by eye is much quicker) and various ingredients. The countertop is covered in almost as much flour as Peeta, himself, is. While his shirt sleeves have been pulled, the shirt that he bought with Rue has hardly been spared. It's covered with flour and paint (or possibly food coloring. He's not entirely sure right now) alike ]

Say someone was suffering from insomnia or something close to it, what would you suggest?

[ He doesn't bother looking up from his work as he speaks, instead continuing on with what he's doing. This cake won't frost itself ]

And while I'm at it, does anything get food coloring out of clothes? Or maybe this is paint...

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The weather is fair for such, I should think. I find that it gives me a way to tire myself and calm down.

[ even here without the prophetic nightmares she fears sleep. ]

[ Nightmares are Peeta's problem too. Usually waking up and finding Katniss to be alright stops them for the rest of the night. It's not been quite as easy without her close by ]

You never worry about it making things worse? [ Being alone with your thoughts... It's never been something that bothered him before but things are different now ]

I always worry; but there are times in which I think things cannot be possibly become worse and so I would try everything.

[ she catches herself a moment later. She had said too much; it was not in her mind to burden him. ]

You could try and talk. To someone who might understands and know you. Do you have such a friend here?

[ Of course there's someone here like that. Katniss is the one who'd truly understand, having been through all the same things he had, until recently. He could probably talk to Rue or Finnick too, because they'd get it, to an extent ]

No, there's no one here like that.

[ her lips twist into something that might look like a smile. ]

I suppose I do not have such, either.

[ who can understand how much she still fears going to sleep? How much she feared what her dreams will show her. Death and blood and horror, a crow flying through the night's sky. Merlin might have magic back home, Arthur is her anchor to everything that is dutiful and loving, Gwen is a constant support and Mary is lovely.

But they cannot understand it. ]

It's lonely, isn't it?

[ His dreams surrounding the Games were ones that any of the other Tributes would understand, yet there are still some parts that he doesn't want to share, things he's seen and heard in the Capitol since the explosion that ended the Quarter Quell.

And, of course, there are the nightmares about losing Katniss, the ones that don't end just because of being awake, like they used to ]

Especially knowing that getting it out just might help.

It is a burden that is my own. I would not wish it upon others, especially not those that I love.

[ it's common knowledge she doesn't sleep well; but she hadn't told anyone of the horror that is seeing the future. ]

I can understand that, not wanting to burden anyone else. Maybe getting it out somehow would help, though. [ It's all about you now, Morgana. This isn't just about Peeta anymore ] Something that's just for you. Like a sort of temporary relief.

What kind of...something? What do you do to...let it out?

[ maybe a little curious. ]

Personally, I paint. It helps. The temporary relief is very temporary, but it's something.

Would that I had the talent. I think perhaps writing could provide such. A thing to try, certainly.

I'm sure it'll help, even if it's just a little. If not, I can't really see it making things much worse, at least.

[ a smile. ]

Does baking help?

[ curious, this one. ]

[ A small smile and looks at the kitchen around him. There's a lot more than just the cake there. He's been busy ]

Actually, it does help. It gives me something else to focus on.

Who eats all of that? Your house is quite fortunate, if I may say.

Who ever wants it, I guess. I hadn't really considered who would eat it, I just started making it.

Such luck you and I do not live closer. With all of those delicious looking cakes I would not fit my gowns in a week's time.

Well, you know, you're more than welcome to whatever I've made here. [ Peeta Mellark: Ruining lives since he learned how to bake :| ]

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...One thing and one thing alone. I wish to stay in my current size.

[ no Peeta, you must think of the ladies' figures ]

One thing? Is that all?

[ C'mon Morgana. Are you really going to deny him? Because that's just cruel ]

...Well, alright. Perhaps two.

[ or eight. Stop looking like a puppy. ]

It's always good to give yourself some sort of variety.

[ But he's so good at that puppy look! Without even trying.

...he should sell cars ]

[ Stop it this instant, Peeta. Maybe she bites her lip. ]

Well you seem to have many -

[ He doubts the people in Freya are going to eat all of it before it starts to go bad. That means you're up now, Morgana ]

I have been up baking for most of the night.

Well then.

[ it'll be an act of kindness and charity. ]

Alright.

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