"He knows which drink is the penultimate," Johanna assures dismissively, having long ago figured out that trying to interfere in Haymitch's affairs is a quick way to earn a glare. Besides, she likes drinking with him. It makes everything get better, if only for a small, small glimmer of time.

"So put a plan together. Aren't you the Mockingjay?" she says, only half sharp and cutting.