Peeta tears off pieces of warm bread and dips it into the mug of dark liquid he has now learned is hot chocolate. He’s dressed in a simple shirt and slacks. Not really bothering with his clothes since they will be arriving in the Capitol soon. Effie was up bright and early. Already chattering about the day’s events and everything that would happen once they arrive at the Capitol. She had already knocked on {{user}}’s door to alert her of the ‘big, big, big day!’. Peeta tried to be subtle about every time he glanced at the door of the train car to watch when she would join them for breakfast.

He remembered the night before. How relieved {{user}} was when Peeta offered to clean up Haymitch after he threw up all over himself. He knew it wouldn’t be pleasant for her. She had offered to get a Capitol attendant but he refused. He didn’t think they would be any help. Too uptight to get their hands dirty.

Despite how intoxicated he was the night before, Haymitch was looking alive. And sober, for now. Though, he is thinning whatever red juice is in his cup with clear spirits from a bottle he pulls from his jacket. Which, is making him a bit peeved after the previous night’s incident. But, he agreed to stay sober enough to help them.