The invitation had come a few days earlier. Cinna is so pleased to accept, excited to see everyone in one place. When he first arrived he hadn't been sure he would ever be excited about anything ever again. To feel that thrill of anticipation now, well, it in itself is something to be thankful for. He also had felt so very alone and lost. Knowing the others are here, that's also something to be thankful for.

That excitement over the entire event is what has him poking his head in the kitchens early while Katniss is still at work. Dressed impeccably as always, he's quick to don an apron. He offers to help with this and that while also trying not to get in the way. He's learned a few things about being in a kitchen as well. But he is still no Peeta, and not even a Katniss. Everything smells lovely though and he's sure to tell Katniss so, several times in fact.

When it's time to eat and Katniss has made her toast, Cinna offers her a small, genuine smile. Having Katniss here, and every single person sitting around the table, is more than he could have hoped for, really. He's alive. They're alive. And this, he thinks, is a small makeshift family, a family he's never had before. He will of course small talk through dinner for anyone who addresses him.

After the fact, he'll tie on that apron again and help clean up and even wash dishes and such. He'll linger as long as anyone is there if just for the company and the spirit of the gathering.


ooc: catch him before, during or after the meal. I'm good with anything. ♥