Fortune's a right whore. If she give ought, she deals it in small parcels, that she may take away all at one swoop.

Hey, babe, how's about you and me getting together?

Near the end of the movie, it finally happens. As they're saying goodbye, Effie and Haymitch plant a big wet one on each other. Then, all of Panem probably rejoices. Hayffie (Haymitch + Effie) appears to be a thing.

Finally the blue dells and gorges of a wooded mountain, for two hours our landmark, rose between us and the sun. But the sun’s Parthian arrows gave him a splendid triumph, more signal for its evanescence. A storm was inevitable, and sunset prepared a reconciling pageant.