"I'm not sharing bread with that thing. If you feed it, it's just going to stay around," Katniss says, rolling her eyes. She does take the bread, though, tearing off a piece and popping it into her mouth. It's soft and fresh, quality, and instead of reminding her of the Capitol and their lavish parties where people ate to excess, it reminds her instead of being safe and warm. It's not quite the 12 she grew up in but it is something of 12.

"No, I haven't caught anything. I'm not worried about it, though. I've never gone into the woods and come out empty-handed. When you know those woods can feed you, you figure out exactly how to make it work for you. Even if I just come back with greens and herbs, I'll have something."