Prompt! though I'm not sure you wrote this - baby Oria starts to say some words, but thanks to her dad, not all the words she says are 'proper' (I hope you know what I want to say) So the reaction of Hayffie when they hear what Oria says!

Bad Sides To A Calm And Boring Life

Effie hummed as she knitted, now and then glancing at the two years old in the playpen set between the coffee table and the TV set. Oria was playing with her toys, keeping a running commentary of what was going on, mixing real words and gibberish. Her vocabulary was expending every day and Effie felt proud as a peacock with each new word she learned.

The backdoor banged shut in a creaking sound and Effie clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had asked Haymitch so many times to oil it – never mind not banging it. She heard him grumbling for a while in the kitchen and in the hall but when he wandered to the living-room he was still bundled in his scarf – a scarf she had knitted herself.

"It's bloody cold out there." he spat, going to stand next to the fireplace. He added a log and then rubbed his hands over the flames for a few seconds. "We need to start stocking canned goods, sweetheart. Winter's going to be harsh. Wouldn't be surprised if we get snowed in at some point."

"Watch your language, Haymitch." she chided him distractedly. "We are low on groceries anyway. I will stop at the shop tomorrow after work. Or do you want to go?"

Sometimes, she wondered how and when they had gotten so domestic. A baby would do that, she figured, suddenly all conversations revolved around nappies, food and naps. Other people might have resented the boredom of it or lament the lack of excitement in their life, Effie rejoiced in the routine and the simplicity of it. It brought her a stability she had been desperately lacking after the war. And she and Haymitch had had their share of excitement in their life, they could do with boring days.

"I'll go to the market in the morning." he suggested. "You can hit the shop after work."

She nodded her assent.

For a few minutes, Oria's babble, the quiet pop noises of logs in the fireplace and her needles clicking together were the only sounds that could be heard in the house. She liked this quiet soundtrack to her everyday life, far from the thundering music that had marked her party girl years.

Eventually, once he was warmer, Haymitch wandered from the fireplace to the playpen.

"What are you doing, baby girl?" he asked, grabbing Oria under the armpits and lifting her up.

The little girl giggled and Effie watched with a small smile as he made her twirl around.

"More, Dada!" Oria demanded, laughing and waving her stuffed bear around. "More!"

More was a word their daughter had mastered early enough.

Haymitch humored her for a minute and then propped her on his hip, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

"Itchy!" the girl complained. The stuffed bear escaped her grip and before Haymitch or Effie could make a move to pick it up, she furrowed her brow. "Shit."

You could have heard a pin being dropped.

Haymitch cleared his throat and chanced a glance at Effie before snatching the bear from the floor and handing it back to the child. "Don't know where she picked that up…"

"Shit." Oria repeated proudly. "Shit, Dada!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Haymitch muttered, having the good sense to at least blush a little. "You might want to try another word before your mom has an aneurism."

Effie set her knitting aside and looked at him, all poise and calm.

"I am going to kill you." she stated.

"Hey, maybe it wasn't me!" Haymitch was quick to defend himself. "Maybe it was Katniss."

"Shit. Geese. Shit. Geese." Oria started chanting, giggling between two words. "Look, Mama, look! Shit. Geese. Shit."

Effie pursed her lips, pushed herself off the couch and stole the child from his arms.

"That is a very bad word, Orianna, and I won't tolerate cursing under this roof." she declared. "You must not say it again."

"Dada don't like geese shit." the child insisted.

"Doesn't, sweetie." Effie corrected gently. "And shit is a very, very ugly word. Don't listen to your father." Oria pouted. "How about a game?" she suggested desperately. "I will give you chocolate if you behave like a good girl and don't utter awful words…"

"How do you want her to understand you?" Haymitch scoffed. "I can't barely understand myself. You're so posh, Princess."

"And clearly you are not or we wouldn't be in this mess." she huffed.

"I think you meant shit." he snorted.

"Shit! Shit!" Oria repeated with entirely too much glee.

Effie drew out a long and painful sigh.

So much for a calm and boring life.