"What do you mean you’re not coming? You have to come! The entire point is you being there, Haymitch!” Wringing her hands together, Effie smacked her peach colored lips, realizing she’d wrinkled her gloves. “It is a lunch to honor victors!”
"Stop screeching! Damn woman. Give me one good reason why I'd wanna be 'honoured'. It's bullshit and you know it is. Not interested. Find yourself another date, sweetheart."








