Unscriptedcanonize requested: "Olive isn't interested in getting married or having a boyfriend yet and she's at the age that has Effie worried. So she tried to match make her with suitors/potential boyfriends. Olive didn't like it and Haymitch kept saying no at every boy Effie suggested. I watched Brave yesterday and this came to mind! Do you mind writing it?"

Being eighteen years old was supposedly one of the many highlight years in a young woman's life. However, Olive seemed to be feeling the exact opposite. Instead of enjoying her birthday, as she would much rather be doing, she was confined to the small quarters of her kitchen along with her father, mother, and a large stack of papers. The teenager frowned deeply, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table as her mother happily cleared her throat.

"I'm glad you both could join me today," she exclaimed. "For I have some rather important business to go over."

"Trust me, mom," Olive exhaled. "Neither of us would rather be doing anything else. Wasn't like I wanted to spend my birthday outdoors with my geese or something… I quite like being trapped in a small, enclosed area with you and dad."

Effie sighed, shaking her head of tightly, dyed blonde curls. "This is your problem, Olive Portia," she stated. "That attitude of yours will never get you a man."

"Good," Olive said folding her arms. "Because I wasn't in the market for one last time I checked. I don't need a man to feel complete," she paused, then quickly added after receiving a strange look from her mother. "Or a woman-if I were gay, which I am definitely not-I'm perfectly content being single right now. I'd rather just have to focus on myself, thank you."

"Well, I'm not," Effie said, shuffling through her papers. "Your father and I aren't going to be around for much longer, Olive."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Princess," Haymitch muttered, finally joining in on the conversation.

"Oh, you know what I mean," Effie frowned. "What I'm trying to say is that it's important to me and your father that you have someone who can take care of you after we're gone."

"Do you think I'm incapable of caring for myself?" Olive snapped. "Because last time I checked, I was the one doing the cleaning and cooking around here. It's not like I'm going to go through a sudden lapse of amnesia once I'm on my own."

"She's got a point, Effie," Haymitch commented. "The kid's pretty much independent already."

Two fingers flew to the brim of Effie's nose and the ex-escort closed her eyes in aggravation. "Just…just this once, can you both not argue with me and attempt to humor me? After all I've done, that is the least you both can do."

A moment of silence fell between the three people. Effie waited, her eyes shifting between Haymitch and their daughter with bated breath. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Olive sighed in defeat. It was just listening after all, it wasn't like she was immediately committing to something.

"Fine," the teenager said. "I'm all ears."

Effie clasped her hands together in delight. "I'm sure you both will find this very useful in the end! Alright, let's see here…" she began to look through her several sheets of paper. "Now for the last few months, I have been keeping very close tabs on some potential suitors for you, Olive, and finally I've selected a few that are my personal favorites. Let's begin with Icarus Sale!"

Haymitch and Olive stared intently at the picture Effie placed down before them. The man was young, possibly in his early twenties. Olive could've sworn she'd seen him once at the train station while on one of her grain purchasing journeys. He wasn't too terribly good looking, but there was still some charm to him. However, the "deer in the headlights" appearance wasn't exactly the most appealing either.

"His father owns the jewelry repair shop not too far from the Hob," Effie explained. "And I was talking to him-the father-the other day and apparently Icarus is planning on taking a trip to District Three to look at some engineering programs. You know how important education is to me."

"And how exactly did you come across this picture anyway, Princess?" Haymitch inquired, making a face as he lifted Icarus' headshot up. "Looks like it was taken from a far."

Effie inhaled sharply, "Person of interest number two!" Ignoring Haymitch's question, she placed down another image of a boy. This one was more burlier than the first and almost a little too stern looking for comfort. "Maximus Longcaster! He's twenty and holds a very prosperous job as the successor to his family's blacksmithing trade. I think you went to his younger brother's birthday party one year. Nice people. The mother was originally from District One. Has an excellent taste is clothing."

"I like his smile," Olive commented, eyeing the solemn face of the boy. "Seems very friendly."

"Number three it is," Effie said through her teeth, placing down a third image. "Clifford Rocksford, perhaps not from the wealthiest of families, but his brother's wife's sister is married to President Paylor's third cousin. An association with our head government is very good indeed. Perfect for your social status, Olive."

Before she could reply, Haymitch lifted something from the ground. "I got your man right here, little lady," he stated, revealing the object to be a bottle of alcohol. "His name is Jack Daniels. Will know how to treat you right and have a good time. Best part, he'll always make you feel warm and tingly."

"Haymitch Abernathy!" Effie gasped. "What have I told you about bringing that…that poison to family meetings?!"

"Or if you REALLY want a walk on the wild side, have a gander at my friend Samuel Adams," Haymitch grinned, completely ignoring Effie's anger. "Sammy can really show you a good time. In fact, you could say Sammy's your godfather. It's cuz of him that you're even here right now, ain't that right, Effs?"

Olive wasn't sure which was more humorous right now: her mother's reddening face or her father's embarrassing and yet, amusing suggestions. Covering her mouth, the teenager began to giggle, the boredom she had suffered from earlier proving too much to hide her obvious enjoyment. Effie tossed down her papers in a huff, her hands flying to her hips as she looked from Haymitch to their daughter.

"Fine!" she snapped. "If you both want to act so immature, you can do it without me present! I was just trying to help but evidently it wasn't wanted!"

With that, Effie stormed out of the room. Slowly Olive's laughing died down into silence as she stared at her father across the table. Haymitch smirked softly, leaning back in his chair as he eyed the bottle of alcohol.

"Suppose we both owe her an apology," he mumbled, setting the container down. "She was just trying to help."

"I know," Olive said. "And I know she means well but I'm just not ready for commitment yet, dad. She doesn't understand that. I'm only eighteen. I have years to wait if I want to. You and mom didn't get together until late in her thirties anyway."

"She just worries, Half Pint," Haymitch said. "Not that she has any reason to, but she does. Can't say that I much like the idea of you being with anyone really, but if it was a good guy and you wanted to…maybe… It's what you want that's important to me. And your mother too. Even if she has a weird way of showing it."

Olive nodded her head, picking up one of the many photos on the table and eyeing. "I guess so." Inhaling she placed it back down. "You think we should go try to find her?"

"Probably," he smirked. "Before she gets herself all in a fuss and decides to take my offer to you up and enjoy a bottle of liquor. Don't get me wrong, kid, I like you and all, but I am thrilled you're out of the baby stage. Last thing I need is another one."

"Thanks, dad," Olive groaned. "You really didn't need to take that there."

Haymitch chuckled, reaching over to pat his daughter's shoulder. "C'mon," he said standing up. "Maybe we can get her calmed down by the time we go to the Mellarks for your birthday dinner. She'll be distracted by their baby and leave you alone about preparing to have your own one day."

"It's worth a shot," she smiled.

Olive rose from her chair and followed her father out of the room, leaving behind the mass of potential boyfriends. She was only eighteen after all, and there was plenty of time in her eyes to come back to that. For now, birthday cake and pet geese seemed far more appealing. It was only a matter of showing her mother that.