When Haymitch was a boy, the autumn was about the Harvest, about whether there'd be enough food for the brutal winters. For his own boy, born after a revolution had changed the country, autumn meant one thing: trick or treating.
It was an activity from before the Dark Days, recently revived since apparently they'd dealt with all the actual problems and now had time to focus on silly rituals long since separated from whatever they'd once meant to those who'd come before them.
He tried to picture himself as a young boy, going around in a homemade costume no one could afford, asking the neighbors for food, an act so taboo that most would rather waste away than ask the neighbors for a hand-out.
Such an activity in his own childhood would've been ridiculous. Though, now he still thought it was ridiculous, but seeing his kid dressed up as a pig, corkscrew tail and all, made him willing to play along.
Plus, Hannie would kill him if he didn't, and that would kill her too, and their kid needed someone to raise him, and the damn neighbor kids weren't allowed.
The Hunger Games, Trick or Treat
It was an activity from before the Dark Days, recently revived since apparently they'd dealt with all the actual problems and now had time to focus on silly rituals long since separated from whatever they'd once meant to those who'd come before them.
He tried to picture himself as a young boy, going around in a homemade costume no one could afford, asking the neighbors for food, an act so taboo that most would rather waste away than ask the neighbors for a hand-out.
Such an activity in his own childhood would've been ridiculous. Though, now he still thought it was ridiculous, but seeing his kid dressed up as a pig, corkscrew tail and all, made him willing to play along.
Plus, Hannie would kill him if he didn't, and that would kill her too, and their kid needed someone to raise him, and the damn neighbor kids weren't allowed.