One of the older girls, a fifteen-year-old named Flynn Odair, returned from the kitchen with a cup of hot tea in her hands. Orange spice flavored, which was Mags's favorite.
"Thank you, dear," the old woman said, gently taking the cup from the teen. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath through her nose before sipping it, and breathing out luxuriously. "I remember my Victory Tour, all those years ago. District 11 had had a historically grand harvest that year, and the celebratory bonfire they'd set up in the District's center smelled of this. Pumpkins, cinnamon, citrus..."
Flynn sat down with the rest of the children who'd gathered in