It takes along time for them to move. Finally though, they hear Greasy Sae come into the house downstairs.

"Katniss?" Her gravely voice raises up the stairs. Haymitch shakes Katniss a little.

"Come on. It's time to eat." He says. She grunts and tries to ignore him.

"Move." Haymitch orders. She glares at him under long lashes.

"No." She retorts. Haymitch stands up and promptly drops her on the floor. She lands in a pile at his feet, but simply curls into a ball and lays there.

"You don't have a choice." Haymitch says simply. He reaches down and grabs her wrist, jerking her upward.

"Ow!" She cries out, but Haymitch doesn't relinquish his grip. He starts dragging her out the room, then down the stairs.

"Katniss? Where are you?" Greasy Sae yells in concern. Her normally slow footsteps can be heard moving rapidly from room to room.

"She's right here, Sae!" Haymitch calls. His voice echoes in the empty house. Sae pauses for a moment.

"Okay. Dinner for two?" She asks, her head peeking into the room. Her gray hair is tousled and unkempt, thinning considerably.

"Yes." Haymitch replies.

"Let me go!" Katniss snarls. Haymitch drags her the rest of the way into the kitchen and deposits her in a chair. She huffs and starts rubbing her wrist. To their left is the drying mess from the night before. Greasy Sae sees it turns to Haymitch, her eyebrows raised.

"Katniss had a little accident." He explains. Greasy Sae, to her credit, merely nods.

"I'll get the mop."

An hour later, food is layed out on the table. Greasy Sae has cooked up a delicacy- Beef imported from the districts, corn, baked bread, and green beans. Dandelions sit in a bowl in the middle.

"Eat up," she says, flopping down in a seat with a barely concealed sigh of exhaustion. A wooden cane sits beside her, and her wrists are surprisingly thin.

She's getting old, Katniss thinks to herself in surprise.

"Well?" Sae says, looking up at her dinner guests. Haymitch is staring at Katniss, and Katniss is staring at Sae. Katniss blinks once.

"I'm not hungry." She says. Haymitch's eyes narrow.

"Eat." He says. Katniss scoots back from the table, standing up to leave.

"No." Haymitch lunges forward and grabs her arm, purposely digging his nails into her skin.

"You will sit here. You will eat." Haymitch orders. He leans towards Katniss, his voice lowering menacingly. "If you don't, I will force feed you. I will break your jaw if I have to, but you will eat."

Katniss turns and looks at him. She appears ready to resist, or hit him, but then her shoulders slump and she collapses back into her chair. Haymitch smirks and leans forward, beginning to dish food onto Katniss' plate.

Greasy Sae looks at them in sad confusion, then turns to her own food.

They spend the rest of their meal in silence.