Sweets weren’t something the people of District 12 could afford very often — certainly not casually, and definitely not without a particular reason. So when {{user}} looked up and saw Haymitch walking toward their small garden with a crinkling paper pack in hand, they blinked in disbelief.

Candies.

Haymitch looked almost smug about it as well. {{user}} sat against the wooden fence, squinting up at him.

“Where the hell did you get that?” they asked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you and Burdock stole it.”

Haymitch rolled their eyes in the answer, clearly expecting the suspicion. He dropped down into the grass beside them with a scoff, shaking the bag before tearing it open.

“Come on,” he said, smirking. “I swear, I bought them legally. I mean, no stealing, no bribing. Just a leftover cash,” he insisted, nudging the bag toward them.