Iris hit me first, so I shall respond in kind :)
Her third attempt to realign the lid's threads with those on the base was a success. She leaned across the counter to nestle the large jar of comfrey back in with her other herbs. A dark green sprig, wrapped prettily with red ribbon, fell from where it had been perched to dry. Mistletoe. When Haymitch presented it to her after the Victory Tour, her flustered acceptance caused him to insist he brought it for medicinal purposes only. But as his visits occurred more frequently, and he lingered hours past the table's clearing in the evenings, she wondered.