"Oh, are you from the North, then? I am sorry for you. Mulled wine is a simple pleasure, but a delicious one." Katniss had a glass herself - she was not much for drinking but this was a party. Besides, she was fairly certain she had finished one glass altogether, and abandoned about a half a dozen to go dance or sing, or throw snowballs with the children.

"So I take it you've never been down to the refugee camps then?" She asked, not unkindly.