After he had won the Games, mornings used to disappoint Haymitch. He spent so many nights getting black out drunk, wasted to the point of immobilization, and before he passed out, Haymitch often hoped that he wouldn't wake up. With each new morning that dawned on him, he became even more angry, more resentful of the fact that he was alive, and that Maysilee hadn't been able to come home with him. It was finally different for him now, he was happy to wake up and happy to find Katniss in his arms. She was a reason to look toward the future with optimism and hope that one day, being together could become a regular thing. After all of their suffering, the Capitol owed them that much and if Snow wasn't willing to give it, they would simply have to take it.

“Who needs breakfast?” Haymitch asked rhetorically, smiling as her fingers found his way into his hair. He held her close to him, his body in a place that was close to falling asleep again, but Katniss spoke, apparently remembering that they weren't supposed to be with one another. At this point, Haymitch didn't think that it mattered all that much when the Games were so close, but he didn't want or need the lecture from Effie, and he also didn't want to be around when Peeta found out about what was going on. He wasn't sure if the Baker still had feelings for Katniss, all Haymitch knew was that he was crushed when the two had come home, and were forced to continue to pretend for the Victory tour.

After Katniss pulled away from him and collected her things, Haymitch returned her kiss. “See you soon,” he said, and watched as she left the room. That was definitely something that he needed in his life on a regular basis, and it was just more motivation to get through the games. For the next few minutes, Haymitch laid in bed and continued to wake up. He stretched out, rolled his shoulders and cracked the ever-present kink in his neck before finally throwing the blankets back and getting to his feet. He needed a shower before he did anything else, even if he was just going to train.

It was quickly decided by Prim that the cutest thing she had ever seen was Gale waking up. As he groaned and complained, the blonde girl thought back to their conversation from the night before, about what they could possibly do on their second date. All of his suggestions had sounded perfect to her, and Prim looked forward to the day where she could have a picnic with Gale and waste hours in the sun, just talking and being together. A smile crossed her lips as he finally did agree to get up, “see you,” she replied before he left to get ready for the day. Prim had some things to take care of herself and soon, she too was out of bed and on her way to the bathroom.

Since there was training to be done, Prim didn't take as long as she would have liked in the shower. She quickly washed her hair and body, making sure to scrub away the last of the make up on her face from the Ball. After, she got out and put on her training uniform and made a half-hearted attempt to braid her own hair. She didn't want to bother Katniss with the task, figuring that her sister had better things to do than waste hours doing her hair just for training when a ponytail would have sufficed just fine. Prim was feeling fresh and ready to go, and she tried to keep a positive outlook about the day as she headed out into the dining room to join everyone else from breakfast.

When she got there, Haymitch had just entered the room too and the both of them said their good mornings before sitting down. Prim took a bowl of oatmeal and a dish of fruit, not wanting to eat too much before working out, and she had indulged quite a bit on the food at the Ball the previous night—she wanted to keep it light. 

“I slept fine,” Haymitch answered Gale, not letting on that he had spent the night with Katniss. He wasn't acting any different than he normally would have, even though he was quite pleased with himself, the events of the night and how the situation had turned out. “Meet any freaks at the Ball last night?” he followed up, deciding to be conversational as he bit into a thick piece of bacon.

At the head of the table, Effie huffed, obviously offended. “That's not a nice word,” she chided. “I'm sure Haymitch meant people, Gale. Did you meet anyone nice?” The pink-haired woman looked around the table, proposing the question to all of the tributes. 

“Oh,” Haymitch said dramatically. “I'm [i]sorry[/i]. Did you meet any freaky people?” 

Prim swallowed a drink of berry juice and set the glass down. “Gale has a boyfriend,” she answered both Effie and Haymitch with a laugh. “There was a man who probably would have given his entire fortune just for a kiss on the cheek.” She was only teasing him a little, but it had been the funniest thing that happened last night.

“Aw,” Haymitch smirked, “how sweet. When's the wedding?” 

For people who were about to fight to the death just to go home, the group was awfully cheery. Haymitch had to wonder if something had happened between Gale and Prim that night, but he quickly put it out of his mind and instead gave Katniss a soft nudge under the table, just because he could.