I somehow forgot this in my bookstore trip post--

I looked at it. And I turned and yelled, "WHERE????!!!"
Then realized it was the shelf . . .

Okay anyway, . . .

Me in the future basically--

Me: So Katniss, are you hungry?
Kid: Oh uh yeah, I was thinking we could get lunch--
Me: At the bakery! You're right, how could I think otherwise?
Kid: But I wasn't--
Me: Yes you were. You just don't know it.
Kid: I've actually been craving--
Me: BREAD! *winks*
Kid: *blinks*
Me: TO THE BAKERY!
Kid: Why?
Me: Oh Katniss. You need not play dumb
Kid: Hey-!
Me: I know the baker has a son . . . *nudge*
Kid: What?!
Me: You'll understand when you're reaped. Come along now, to the bakery! *charges off*
Kid: *stares*
Me: *returns and slings a bow over the kid's shoulder* You'll be needing that so that the baker's son can brag about your squirrel hunting abilities!

*at the bakery*
Baker's son: Wh-?
Kid: I know, my mother's insane. Just stand here and make her happy.
Me: *takes pictures of them*
Me: Alright Peeta--
Baker's son: My name isn't Peeta
Me: Not yet it isn't
Me: I need you to watch my daughter when she walks home from school
Both: What?!
Me: *cackles* Oh you're so innocent now! Just give it a couple of years! *continues snapping pictures*
Kids: *huff*
Baker's son: So your mom is a Hunger Games fan?
Kid: Yeah . . .
Both: *nod solemnly*