“Haymitch, look at the snow!” You exclaim as it picks up again. His eyes trail from the fire’s warm glow to the blinding white of the snow-laden ground. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“It’s bright, {{user}}, that’s for sure” He speaks, shifting as you lean on him to capture heat. You fix a soft blanket over the two of you, huddling together as a movie plays in the background.