Effie had gotten the hang of mixing the formula at the hospital on her own. She wouldn't be able to breast feed - with the medication she was still on and because of the extra nutrients that Rosie needed, it wasn't recommended.

"But if, in the future, you have another -"

"Oh, no, no," Effie laughed. "One is quite enough and we can't even have her home yet."

The nurse smiled. "Soon enough. The feeding tube is gone and she's put on weight. Before the new year, she'll be settled at home - you'll see."

"Haymitch, have you asked Peeta what the weather's been like?"

"Briefly. Snow - ice. We might want to wait for a change." Haymitch was holding Rosie. He had grown much more comfortable with the little bundle in his arms. Effie passed him the bottle with the finished formula.

"Maybe," Effie agreed. "Any other news?"

Haymitch knew what she meant. "Katniss shot down the subject. I think he's given up."

"Good."

"Yeah, but the minute we get back …"

Effie sighed. "One hurdle at a time. And the boys?"

"As far as Katniss knows, they've been locked up at the Grennings. With the weather they've been having, the only time she sees anyone come out of the house is for wood to burn."

"Unhappy as they likely are, a warm house is better than our current cold one."

"Yeah - Katniss says she ran into Mr. Grenning himself, though. Plans on taking Faxon to Eleven again this summer to work."

"And Linus?"

"Not old enough."

"Well, that answer was only a matter of time, wasn't it?" Effie motioned for Haymitch to burp Rosie - but he shook his head and passed her into Effie's arms instead. "What can we do?"

"Nothing," said Haymitch as Effie gently patted Rosie's back. "Nothing that wouldn't seem like we were trying to raise their kids for them."

"But we aren't. And … well they aren't. Their kids, I mean. Anyway, I'm beginning to doubt Mrs. Grenning is as genuine as she makes herself seem. If you could see the money -"

"Let's just … let's not talk about it."

"Not here," Effie said with a nod. "No, you're right."