They simultaneously looked down at their hands, watching the tips of their fingers turn green even as the blisters practically fell away, before looking up at each other.

"You look shrektacular," Finnick ended up quipping, a small smile pulling at the edge of his mouth.

"Shrektacular?" Katniss asked in confusion.

"You've never seen it? Add it to your list if you get out of here, that movie is awesome."

She just rolled her eyes, squeezing more of the ointment onto her hands and gesturing for him to turn around. "Come on, let's get the rest of them. Not used to being green, huh?"

"Katniss, Katniss, feeling me up already? With your husband asleep?" He tutted playfully, but did as he was told.

"Careful or I'll draw a dick on your back."

"You wouldn't."

"Watch me."

The two of them were giggling by now, one of Finnick's hands coming up to grab hers as she started tracing the image on his back. It didn't matter that the ointment wasn't on that particular finger, the mental image caused the two of them to just collapse into hysterics.

Briefly, Katniss wondered if this level of joy and silliness had ever been seen in The Hunger Games before. It felt alien, in this arena where everything was out to kill them, to be laughing over something as simple as drawing dicks.

"Fine," she relented, "I won't draw a dick."

The silence was pregnant between them, before she smirked, "I can give you a rocking set of tits though if you want."

Finnick snorted, actually snorted, sending the two of them off into loud fits of laughter. Once he started, he couldn't seem to stop, until both of them were wheezing. Their skin had been steadily turning greener, and once Katniss was covered, it was time to wake Peeta.

"Wait, wait, let's do something to wake him up!"

"Like what?" She asked, already excited.

"I dunno, something stupid."

"Hmm... Let's just stick our faces right in front of him?"

"Oh he's gonna freak. Let's do it."

They positioned themselves in front of him, far enough that they wouldn't get punched, but close enough to be recognisable. After a little poking and prodding, they managed to get him awake enough for -

"ACK!"

The two green kids fell to pieces, raucous laughter causing several birds to flutter away. Katniss didn't even care that they could be alerting enemies to their position, or that surely her family and the Capitol were watching this moment of levity surrounded by death and despair. Peeta watched the two of them, tongue tucked into his cheek even as he tried to suppress a grin.

"Geez, thanks guys." He muttered, "great wakeup call there, not terrifying at all in the arena."

"Hey!" Finnick gasped out between snorts, "At least she didn't draw a dick on you!"

"I didn't draw a dick on you Finnick!" Katniss cackled, "I promise!"

"Lies and slander!"

Peeta shook his head, standing up. "So is that ointment available? I assume there is a reason why you're green."

Katniss went to hand him the tube, before she paused, a wicked grin on her face. "Peeeeetaaaaa~" She sing-songed, and her husband took one look at her before running towards the beach.

Katniss set off after him, Finnick only a second behind as he grabbed their stuff. There was a rustling behind him, but he didn't care to check what it was, too busy cackling as Katniss tackled Peeta to the floor.

"Katniss, wait!" The blonde was giggling, before spitting out a load of sand. "Blech! Oh that is nasty!"

"Hey Finnick!" She yelled, "Any suggestions?"

Finnick laughed as she manhandled the top of Peeta's wetsuit off, exposing some of the boils that had slipped through the garment along with pale skin.

"Oh I am so drawing Shrek on his back!"

"You draw Shrek, I'll draw the dicks."

"NO!"

In the madness, they failed to notice a silver parachute tinkling down. When they were done, and would finally open it, they would be greeted with warm bread from District 4, alongside 3 different portions of a hearty soup, and a note that said 'glad you're having fun - H'.