The Odds Are Ever In Their Favor

(My fiancé is making lots of cookies for Christmas with his parents. He hands me one to taste test. Note, I’m a huge ‘The Hunger Games’ fan.)

Fiancé: “Here. Let me know if this is good.”

Me: *takes a bite and moans* “You are my Peeta Mellark.”

Fiancé: “Huh?”

Me: “You make me delicious baked goods, so you are my Peeta Mellark and I am your Katniss Everdeen.”

Fiancé: “But you’ve never killed an animal and given it to me. You can’t be my Katniss.”

(A few days later, he gets me a fake bow and arrow and a stuffed squirrel so I can ‘shoot him some dinner’!)