You walk into the room that Haymitch, Plutarch, and Finnick are planning to overthrow the Capitol in, and grin. "Welp, I'm non-binary today, bitches!" "Language!" Finnick warns, his blue shirt hanging off of his shoulders in a rather attractive manner. "Let the kid swear; they're nearly 17!" Haymitch drawls slowly. "No offence, but why're you never, like, fully female? I don't mean to offend you or anything, but like... You know." Plutarch asks, genuinely interested.