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Peeta had no taste for danger. He understood why people wanted to go down and explore that city under the ground. He just wasn’t one of them. He’d had more than his fair share of it already.

No. Other people here might be willing to risk their lives for the sake of curiosity and exploration, but he was fine with manning the fort at home. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. It wasn’t born out of cowardice or fear. It was just him recognising that it wasn’t for him. Maybe next time, but not now.

There was a fine layer of flour on his arms and hands, dusting his shirt and smudged on his cheeks. It was familiar. It was comfortable. It was just the right sort of thing he needed. His hands working the dough, he carefully rolled it out before twisting it into elaborate knots. He was so engrossed in his work that it wasn’t until he had finished with about five of them did he look up and realise that someone had entered the bakery. Smiling widely he stepped closer to the counter.

“Hi. What can I get for you?”

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While Jenny wasn't sure she understood the practical purpose of having a bakery on the island — wasn't the kitchen sufficient, wouldn't that have been easier, keeping everything in one place? — there was no reason to ignore it, knowing that it was there. Besides, if there was one thing that could be said for a good portion of the residents of Tabula Rasa, it was that they knew what they were doing with an oven. She may have learned how to bake in school, but it was nothing compared to these. Besides, they were free, and who was she to turn down free baked goods?

Stepping inside, she couldn't help smiling at the sight of a familiar face. She hadn't been in the greatest of moods when she'd met Peeta, but he had been nice, and so far from home, she wasn't about to ignore that sort of kindness. "Hello," she said warmly, palms resting against the counter when she reached it. "I — I don't know, actually. What do you recommend?"