"Only if you return the favor!" Gary calls from the kitchen. There's the sound of the fridge opening with slightly more force than needed as the containers in the door rattle against each other. He starts pulling food out at random. Won't know what he wants to eat until it's all laid out in front of him, as per usual, although this package of bratwurst he's found looks promising. "I'm gonna get the sweetest pad this side of Panem, and if you don't come to my housewarming party long enough to say hello then I'm blowing this popsicle stand altogether. No exceptions."

From down the hall to the Tribute living quarters, two of Gary's tribbles (in matching, hand-knit cozies) trundle their way along the floor towards the sound of his voice. At least one of them is likely to get distracted by China and start veering in her direction.