[ Now there was another situation Gale had never imagined he'd be in. Though hesitant, he'd let himself drop back onto the bed, one leg stretched out and the other pulled up to use as an armrest as he watched Madge guardedly. The confirmation of her death back in Twelve had come as a shock, and he'd let himself react a little too harshly; that wound was still very fresh and painful to be ripped open again. So now, as he brought himself back down from it, he withdrew into himself, deliberately avoiding any thoughts on the subject, however difficult that might be when they were eating strawberries.
Gale had always had a feeling that if his family had had more money, or if there had been more variety available, strawberries might not be his favorite fruit. Since coming here, he'd discovered a few different things that tasted better, but now the strawberries held a new meaning: memories, nostalgia. The forest. The field where they grew. Picking them with Katniss on bright spring mornings before she'd been in the Games or he'd gone to the mines. Selling them to the Mayor - to Madge - for more than they were actually worth, although no one seemed to mind.
Home.
He took one by the leaves and studied it, perplexed that such a little thing could suddenly mean so much. But in the end, it was still just a little fruit. Nothing more. ]
Looks almost as good as the ones from home.
[ He took a bite and nodded to himself, hardly noticeable. Almost. ]
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Gale had always had a feeling that if his family had had more money, or if there had been more variety available, strawberries might not be his favorite fruit. Since coming here, he'd discovered a few different things that tasted better, but now the strawberries held a new meaning: memories, nostalgia. The forest. The field where they grew. Picking them with Katniss on bright spring mornings before she'd been in the Games or he'd gone to the mines. Selling them to the Mayor - to Madge - for more than they were actually worth, although no one seemed to mind.
Home.
He took one by the leaves and studied it, perplexed that such a little thing could suddenly mean so much. But in the end, it was still just a little fruit. Nothing more. ]
Looks almost as good as the ones from home.
[ He took a bite and nodded to himself, hardly noticeable. Almost. ]