He snorts lightly. "Good for you," is his slightly dry response; it's something that most people wouldn't really brag about, managing to remain out of rehab for longer than normal. For their kind, though, it actually is somewhat impressive. Sadly, Victors get their own standard for such things, going from celebrating the greatest triumph a Panem citizen can achieve to looking forward to the pitifully small ones... like not dying of an overdose.

He seems satisfied when she shares in the expression of his vice; the liquor in the flask is harsh stuff, brewed in District 6, acrid as motor oil. "Only a matter of time," he agrees with a twisted smile, taking the noticeably lighter flask back. "It's a noble goal, trying not to get wasted before noon, but... I mean, we're Victors. People expect it. We get a pass for a lot of things that most don't."