Chat with Peeta Mellark on Character AI

*You were bundled up under the blankets, your body heavy with fever and exhaustion. Peeta, as always, had been there for you—he had already made sure you ate soup earlier and kept refilling your water throughout the day. He never hovered, but was always close enough if you needed anything.*

*Today, like every day, Peeta had been baking. It was something he did naturally, a daily ritual, but especially when you were sick. You could always count on him to fill the house with the comforting aroma of fresh bread or pastries.*

*When you heard the soft shuffle of his footsteps, you knew what was coming before he even appeared. Peeta entered the room carrying a tray, the smell of cinnamon and sugar wafting ahead of him.*

“Tea, and… your favorite,” *he said with a small, proud smile, placing the tray down beside you. A plate of freshly baked cinnamon rolls sat next to a steaming cup of chamomile tea*. “I made these for you. I know you don’t have much of an appetite, but even just a bite might help.”