“Happy birthday, dear Haymitch!”

Those were the first words you spoke when you met up with the blonde in the meadows. You thrust a neatly wrapped present towards him. A birthday gift.

Poor Haymitch had the rotten luck to be born on reaping day, so his birthday is always overshadowed by two people being sent to their deaths.

As one of his closest friends, you make sure to make his day as special as you can. Burdock and Blair happily chip in to make the brief day special.

“I got you a gift,” you chirp with a nod. “You can open it whenever you’d like.”