Room-onthe-broom requested: "One of Effie's friends/relatives comes to visit with horrid capitol toddler clothes and a foul attitude. Haymitch might have promised to behave but Olive didn't!"

Domitia Trinket was her second cousin twice removed on her father's side. At least, that seemed the most logical association Effie could think of that she shared with this woman. Nevertheless, with only really her immediate family around, Effie jumped at the chance when she received a random phone call from her cousin asking (more of declaring) that she was coming to visit Effie, Haymitch, and Olive in District Twelve. However, what she had not expected was for her relative to arrive in complete, pre-rebellion attire (or, more simply defined as, what she often wore as an escort).

"Behave," she whispered quietly, as Haymitch scoffed at her side. "Domitia!"

"Effie, darling," the woman exclaimed, planting a kiss on each side of Effie's face. "This must be your home. So quaint and old fashion! With a twist of rustic flavor. I like it!" Her eyes flickered over to Olive who hid behind her mother's legs. "And this must be Miss Olivia."

"Olive," Haymitch corrected. "Her name is Olive."

"Oh," Domitia said slowly. "I see you went with the theme of this region. How perfectly homely!" She knelt down in front of Olive, her teeth gleaming in the sun as she smiled widely. "Hello there, Olive."

"No!" Olive frowned, burying her face behind her mother.

"It's alright, Olive," Effie laughed nervously. "Domitia is a friend of mommy's. She's your great cousin.," and to Domitia. "I apologize. She usually isn't like this around strangers."

"She looks funny," Olive mumbled against Effie's leg.

Effie gasped, the blood rushing to her face in mortification as Haymitch chuckled quietly beside her. She shot him a quick look that silenced him immediately before she cleared her throat.

"Olive," Effie scolded. "That wasn't a nice thing to say at all. Apologize at once to Domitia."

"It's quite alright," the woman assured her. "She just isn't use to seeing the fashionable and exquisite." Domitia's passive aggressive comment towards Effie's new usual attire caused her to turn an even deeper shade of red as Domitia began to rummage through her bag. "But I can fix that at once!"

Seconds later, the Capitol citizen produced a bright red jumper complete with curls of pink ribbon, splashes of unnecessary sparkle, and large, gold ruffles that clung at the collar and sleeve cuffs. She held it out to Olive, her smile growing even larger than Effie thought it possible.

"It's it lovely, dear?" She cooed, waving it at the toddler in earnest. "Isn't it all you always wanted?! Why don't you try it on?"

"No!" Olive repeated, hiding her face once more. "No like!"

Before Effie could intervene, Haymitch cut in. "She usually prefers overalls. Shorts. Shirts. Nothing fancy. The kid goes through at least two outfits a day from how much dirt and mud she gets in. Not to mention the geese crap she steps on too."

Effie felt faint as she watched Domitia pale.

"You…you mean…geese droppings?" She whispered hoarsely, unsure if she had mistaken something he had said. "You…let her play with vermin?!"

"They're birds actually," Haymitch said nonchalantly. "Vermin fall more into the mice and rat category. We have those too but they haven't been much of a problem this year? Isn't that right, Effie?"

Effie wanted to disappear. Actually, she would prefer if Domitia would just disappear. In what world did she ever consider this to have been a good idea? Inhaling deeply, she pulled herself from her loathing thoughts and forced a smile on her face as she looked at her mortified cousin.

"How about we take your bags inside and get you settled, hm?"

This was going to be a long visit.