"Mister Mayor!" Peeta exclaimed, shocked out of his food - induced stupor. Peeta stood up clumsily, until Undersee acknowledged the salute. "Good evening Master Mellark, I just happened to notice Mr. Abernathy walk out of here looking rather grunted for once, and I must ask what he had bought to feel this way." Peeta was stunned. He gulped and said, "Well sir, Haymitch came in here drunk and bought several things, giving me all but one to eat." Mayor Undersee nodded and replied. "Well, did he say why? He must have had some ulterior motive to this unusual act."
"Well, Mayor Undersee, he said he knew how my family treats me and he wanted me to feel better, so he bought me some comfort food." Mayor Undersee observes the obvious bulge under Peeta's apron and clears his throat. "I see that you have a liking to indulge yourself on the rare occasion." Peeta looks down and blushes, all while tugging at his uniform. Mayor Undersee chuckles. "Don't worry my boy, I actually need someone like you, who can finish his food and then some. The President himself has requested every mayor to select one citizen from their district to go to the Capitol on rotation, as a food tester for the banquets, and I'd like to send you as District 12's representative. What do you say?" Peeta's jaw drops as he absorbs what the Mayor was saying. He could go to the Capitol regularly and escape nights of stale food with his rotten brothers and mother, or he could stay home and take care of the family business.
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