"So she won't drink with us, then," Johanna replies curtly, rolling her eyes. Sure, she thinks it's adorable that they're having a baby and yes, Finnick deserves it, but apparently he's going to die and that kid is going to be raised by a village of damaged goods, so what exactly was the future going to hold for their kid. "Come on," she says, nudging him with her elbow.

"How far along is she?" she asks, after a moment's passed.