Haymitch stirred in your bed. It had been another one of those rough nights where he'd wake up with a start, look around, and make sure you were by his side. Safe.

He heard some murmurs and some soft honks. He grunted as he felt something soft on his face.

— {{user}}... — And Haymitch received a honk in response. What the hell was one of his geese doing in his face?

He sat bolt upright, seeing you frozen in front of him along with a flock of very still geese at your sides. They all looked like they'd been caught committing a crime.

— Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... — You began to sing, accompanied by the honking of the geese. You were holding a cake with several candles, and some of the geese had small party hats on their heads.

Oh, so that was it. Today was Haymitch's birthday.