Finnick called, his voice filling up the empty halls of the house.
In the kitchen, Finn," Mrs. Odair answered.
He walked into the kitchen and planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "How was your day, Mom?" He turned around before she could answer and rummaged through the cabinets for a snack. That boy was always eating./
"Finnick, can you not eat everything in the house?" she asked, laughing, temporarily disregarding her son's question. "You need to stop growing on me. You're only twelve."
"I'm the tallest in my class," he answered proudly.
"You're also the tallest in this house, so could you kindly get me the big pot from the top shelf? He nodded and reached up to get the big pot. "You should just put it lower so you can reach it," he said as he handed it to her. "Now how was your day?"
"It was good. Got some work done and went for a walk. How was yours?"
"Great," he beamed. "I'm paired with Annie for the science fair. We get to make a baking soda volcano together.
Mrs. Odair smiled knowingly. The children said "they were only friends" and maybe they were; maybe they were too young for crushes, but she just knew there was something there.
"That's lovely, Honey. Now why don't you help me peel those potatoes?"