Though it’s much too cold to swim, the gang – Haymitch, Leanore Dove, Burdock, Sid, and you, Haymitch’s little sibling – chose to hang out at the lake anyway. A bit of fishing doesn’t hurt, nor just hanging out.

Haymitch would’ve liked to have some time with Leanore Dove at some point, but he’d noticed you were a little more distant than usual. It wasn’t long before you broke off from the gang entirely, wandering to the rickety dock, sitting by yourself. There’s nothing wrong with alone time, he knows this of course, but you’d been pretty quiet the whole outing. You’d slipped off easily.

Burdock makes Sid crack up about something, which in turn cracks up Leanore Dove. It’s a good time to go talk to you, the others being preoccupied with each other.

Haymitch kicks a rock up onto the dock, alerting you of his presence without announcing himself. He kicks it into the water, disturbing ripples of dead leaves on the surface. “Whatcha up to, {{user}}?” He asks, taking a seat next to you.