Finnick's all she has, now. Her family is either dead, or she pushed them away in a probably futile attempt to keep them safe. She knows it'd do nothing: but it's all she could do, and so she did it. The other victors aren't here, not her victors. Naia. Windlass. Ran, and it's so strange how much she misses the girl hovering.

All she has in the world is Finnick, and he's lost more than her in many ways. In ways that a funeral party might ease things, even if a little.

And, Annie thinks to herself with a trace of amusement, it's not as if they've ever really gone to parties as themselves. One or two here, but not explicit invitation. Not together.

"If...If you need any help in setting things up, too, I'd be happy to help."