[She looks up, brows knitted in mild confusion and mild annoyance. It's not exactly the response she expected. Does he have any idea how close she came to starving anyway? After her father died and her mother shut down? Even with those skills passed down, she hadn't known what to do with them. Had forgotten about them.
It wasn't until a boy burnt some bread, wasn't until she saw that dandelion in the spring, that she even considered it possible. The same color as the wings she can't help but look towards now. Peeta Mellark's generosity had kept her from starving more than anything else.]
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It wasn't until a boy burnt some bread, wasn't until she saw that dandelion in the spring, that she even considered it possible. The same color as the wings she can't help but look towards now. Peeta Mellark's generosity had kept her from starving more than anything else.]
So did yours.