When I turn the painting around for him to see, Peeta makes a noise that’s something like a gasp and a laugh stuck in the back of his throat.
“Oh, wow, Katniss…” says Peeta slowly. I can see him searching for something nice to say about it. “That’s really…”
“No! No, it’s really good for your first attempt!” he says encouragingly.
“Peeta, the six year old painted better than this,” I say flatly. Then I start to laugh. “This is the worst painting in the entire world.”
“It’s…yeah, it’s pretty bad,” he admits, finally joining me in my laughter.
It bubbles into that same uncontrollable laughter from that first day with the pranks. We keep setting each other off in waves, and soon we’ve both got tears in our eyes from laughing so hard.
“What am I supposed to be holding?” Peeta wheezes.
“It’s clearly a loaf of bread!” I say indignantly.
Another wave of laughter overtakes him. “Katniss, that’s definitely not what it looks like.”
THANK YOU to the lovely and talented @mandrake-mistakes for bringing to life one of my favorite scenes from my first fic with this commission. It's stunning and perfect and I can't stop looking at it. So grateful to have such a talented fandom friend who made this process an absolute delight from start to finish!
(also you can see my original baguette painting in all its glory here but I warn you it's jarring up close)
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