"You're on cleaning duty," I say with a laugh, handing over one of the hot chocolates. They're still warm enough to drink, though I'm sure Katniss would even if it was cold. The laugh is more real this time, every time it happens, and that's a good thing. Later, I want to talk to her, to plan what we can, and talk about what Finnick knows. But for now this is good enough.

I rummage in the fridge and the pantry, pulling out mushrooms, an onion and some garlic. "It's been nearly a year. Since I got here."