"Fine by me," Finnick says pushing himself up and out of the chair to go root through the minibar at last. He takes a bottle of coke and some rum out, mixes it quite generously on the rum side of things, and then walks back toward the bed.

"D'you mind?" he asks, gesturing toward the bed. It's king size, so it's not like Terry can't put a little distance between them if he prefers, but Finnick's not looking to spend the entire movie sitting in the nice-looking but uncomfortable dining chairs at the table.