"Hey, Annie?"

"Yes?"

"I feel like we should do something."

She looked up from her book and peered at him over the glasses that had started to become necessary over these last few years. "Do you have anything in mind?"

Finnick shrugged. "Not really. Maybe get out of town for a few days? Ronan and Maggie are old enough now to handle Dylan for a couple days, so we wouldn't have to worry about that. Could be fun." He wiggled his eyebrows, and she sat up to kiss his cheek.

"You're a cutie, Odair."

"At least I'm good for something, right?"

"You might be getting a little ahead of yourself there." He frowned and reached over to poke her in the ribs, but she pushed his hand away before he could complete his objective. "So," she said, the word long and drawn-out as she moved to pin his hand under her back and stretch out with her legs over his and her torso taking up the rest of the couch. "Got any places you're thinking about? And what prompted this anyway?"

He shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it yet. Just came to mind a second ago that these last few weeks have seemed kinda dead."

"Definitely." She nodded. "I don't get it – February and March always seem so busy. What's up with this year?" She took off her glasses - that shouldn't be so distracting, really it shouldn't - and put them down beside her. "I mean, I know Dylan's not doing the play this year, so of course things are going to be a little less busy, but it shouldn't make that much of a difference, should it?"

"I wouldn't think so." The weeks between the winter solstice and the arrival of spring were always long ones in District Four. Thick fog greeted him every morning when he headed out on the boats, and the sun had disappeared by the time he came in for the night. Dull and grey and nothing like Four was supposed to be, but at least there were usually things to look forward to – oh. Wait, had they? He counted back the days in his head. Yeah, definitely. "It's March fourth."

"I think so. Why? Finn, what's wrong?" He knew the exact moment she realized what he had from her laughter. He couldn't help but join in.

"We both forgot our own anniversary. Oh gosh, we even talked about it right before Valentine's Day. How'd we even manage that one?" she said in between giggles.

"Well, I think we know where we lost something in February."

"March. Our anniversary is the first of March." Even worse than he'd thought, then. Warmth clustered in his cheeks and ears. "You must be getting old on me, with a memory like that, Odair. I'll have to trade you in for a newer model."

"Excuse you? I wasn't the only one who forgot." She stuck out her tongue at him. "And what would you want some gorgeous twenty-five-year-old who unquestioningly does everything you say when you could have me?"

"Hmm. I could probably think of a few things." With his free hand, he playfully flicked her leg. In response, she pulled him down sideways so that he was lying next to her. "On the other hand, I would probably have to start shaving my legs again."

"Life's just full of hard trade-offs, isn't it?"

"And he might not make as good of a space heater as you do."

He kissed her forehead. "Told you I was useful."

"Happy anniversary, Odair. Don't be insolent." Despite her words, she was smiling when wriggled up a bit for a kiss.

Finnick chuckled. "Yes, ma'am. Happy late anniversary to you too."