Prompt: Hey, I have a prompt for you. In your fics, Haymitch is the one who cooks for Effie and himself in Twelve. What about a one-shot where he prepares a special dinner for Effie just to show his gratefulness that she's around? Thank you !

Soooo… I read the prompt wrong, bc I'm an idiot and I'm too lazy to rewrite it…

Something Nice

Haymitch was frozen stiff.

He didn't know how the girl could look so good. She didn't seem troubled at all by the knee-deep coat of snow they were trudging through. Strolling through the wood in that shitty weather hadn't been his idea but Katniss had insisted and Effie had argued it would be good for him to get some fresh air until his head had hurt from her nagging.

He didn't know why the kid had been so eager to have him going along. He had thought there might be some revelations or meaningful conversations in store but no, just pointless fighting against snow and a few arrows shot at squirrels.

He was happy and relieved to see his house's shape in the distance.

"Goodnight!" Katniss said without much ado, disappearing in the direction of her own house.

Weird, she usually came over in the evening.

He rolled his eyes at her decidedly odd behavior but hurried to reach his porch. He dashed inside and breathed a sigh of relief at how warm it was inside.

"Sweetheart?" he called, in a somehow still new reflex born from sharing a house.

"In the kitchen!" she answered.

There was some obvious hurried noises in there so he walked in with a small wary frown. Effie and kitchens didn't make a good pair.

He remained shocked-still on the threshold though, not quite sure what it was about. The light was dimmed and there were lit candles on the table – a table set with a tablecloth, silver cutlery and wine glasses. It smelt good too.

"What's this, then?" he asked, confused.

She was wearing a red dress that hugged her curves and that was positively sinful. He could never resist her when she wore red.

"Dinner." she grinned, in a tone that suggested it was obvious but that he was forgiven because she knew why he was distracted. "I cooked."

"And there I thought this was supposed to be good…" he snorted, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her closer for a kiss.

"I will have you know I managed not to burn the roast." she huffed but then soon chuckled. "Peeta helped while Katniss kept you distracted."

"Such a cunning plan." he smirked. "What's the occasion?"

She pressed a long peck on his lips. "Nothing in particular. I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"Thanks." he mumbled against her mouth.

"My pleasure." she purred.

He vowed it would be before long.