Uhhh…this one got away from me a little ;) Thank you for the prompt!
Peeta’s hands were steady as he slowly piped pale yellow icing onto the cupcake on the counter, the lines of the flowers petals small and delicate. He liked to take his time with these ones, the ones young couples were using to help celebrate their toasting. The recent increase in these types of events - engagements, births, toastings - continued to bring him the hope that life was slowly returning to normal in Twelve, that after years of war and death and uncertainty, people were trying to live their lives, that they were trying to make things good again.
Good again. It was one of the phrases he’d heard Katniss murmur when she thought he wasn’t listening or paying attention. She’d say it as she was tending to the primroses in the front yard, as they tentatively began to work on the plant book again, or as she was skinning a squirrel in the mudroom. Things could be good again.
He hoped with everything in his being that they would be.