" Haymitch rises to go. “While I was waiting … I ate your lunch.” My eyes take in the empty stew bowl and tray on my bed table. “I’m going to report you,” I mumble into my pillow. “You do that, sweetheart.” He goes out, safe in the knowledge that I’m not the reporting kind. "

― Suzanne Collins , Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)