Wiress hummed a song about a turkey as she checked the time on the stainless steel oven. Smiling to herself, she stirred the gravy on the stove. "This looks wonderful, Wiress." Argon,one of her Harvest Festival guests said from the dining room. Wiress smiled at the two other inventors who were like family to her and Beetee. Argon and Mendel were the second most famous inventor couple in the district apart from Beetee and Wiress. Wiress smiled at the young couple knowing they were the next generation of inventors of District Three.
"Thank you." Wiress said. "I just need to get -" She looked at the door near the kitchen that led to to the shed. Adjusting her orange and red kerchief that had leaves printed on it, she tucked a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear. Turning off the burners, she looked at the clock. 2 minutes. "Beetee!" She called down the stairs. After thirty seconds without his footsteps on the stairs, she sighed. "BEETEE LETIER!"
"I'm coming!" His voice wafted up the stairs.
"Dinner!" Wiress called before sighing and rolling her eyes.
"Mendel comes when I call him to dinner. It's when I call for help with the housework when he won't leave his shop." Argon quipped before her husband blushed.
"Yes well, when Beetee is focused -" Wiress began glancing down the stairs. "BEETEE!"
"Yes, dear." Wiress waited with her arms crossed over her burgundy apron as her husband climbed the stairs. He adjusted his thick-rimmed black glasses and smiled at the group, however, Wiress was focused on a shiny object in his right hand. Clearing her throat, she pointed to it.
"Oh - you'll see what this is." He said grinning.
"Well, help with -" Wiress began.
"I know, honey. We've been hosting Harvest Festival for thirty years." Beetee reminded her as they went into the kitchen. Opening the oven as the timer beeped, Beetee heaved the turkey out and set it on the counter. "Alright, since my darling Wiress was wondering what this is, this is a battery powered electric knife!" The knife appeared to be a serrated steak knife that was humming. Beetee grinned as he cut the turkey with ease.
"A holiday wouldn't be a holiday without you two showing off your new gadgets!" One of the guests laughed.
"Beetee is working on a wire that conducts -" Wiress began excitedly before gazing into Beetee's dark brown eyes.
"That conducts extremely high voltage." He finished before kissing her on the forehead.
"Yet another invention that will be made famous!" Mendel chuckled.
"Well, noone can surpass the minds of these two. I still look up to you, Wiress." Argon said taking Wiress' hand in hers. She remembered being a thirteen year old girl from the Community Home all alone with no family coming into the Justice Building. The Letiers came in and sat with her until she went to the train. From that moment on, she was like their daughter. Mendel won the games a few years later at age 17 and became the Letiers' adopted son-in-law a year later.
"Yes, dear." Wiress said lovingly before kissing Argon's forehead. "When we can't invent anymore you may have -"
"Our supplies." Beetee finished.
"But that's decades from now." Mendel chuckled as dinner was served. Even though they knew the next year would be dangerous with talks of uprising throughout the district, they were grateful for the opportunity to help the resistance. As they ate and exchanged stories, they hoped one day they could have a Harvest Festival where they gave thanks for a free Panem.