"Trinks," Haymitch drawled lazily from his front door.
"Haymitch," she returned his greeting. Effie struggled with the luggage behind her as Haymitch looked on with amusement, not a single offer to assist passed his lips. "How are you?" she asked breathlessly, pulling her luggage towards Peeta’s house.
"The same," he quirked his lips and lifted the bottle in his hand for emphasis. "You okay there, sweetheart?"
"Getting there," Effie forced a smile.
"You coming over later?"
"Do you want me to?" Effie teased.
"Go ahead," he said, ignoring her question. "Boy’s been agitated since the past week. Shout if you need help. You know how he can get … with his episodes."