He may have bitten into it hard, but he savors the taste and chews it more slowly. "I had not had any until I came here."

To the Capitol. There's a lot of food he hadn't tried until he was fourteen years old, despite a good portion of it growing in his District. He guiltily enjoys everything he eats while he's here, wondering if someone he knows (knew?) helped bring it to the table. How much of the food at all his Victory feasts had been part of his own harvest? He wondered that a lot, every time he bit into some fruit laced in dips or spices.

"We do not have many animals in Eleven. Nothing that cannot be used to help in the farms and orchards. We never had pets." A beat, where he washes down the snack with another sip of his drink. "Now I do."