Katniss nods twice, an expression on her face that's pride trying to hide behind stoicism. She's proud of her work because she's never done anything like this before but she's done a good job of it. Farming is a lot different from gardening but it seems like she's gotten the hang of it so far.

She sinks her teeth into her apple, following it with a bite of the bun. The luxury of both fresh fruit and fresh bread seems almost too good to be true after being on the serviceable but bland rations of 13 for weeks and weeks. There had been things in the Capitol she'd eaten that had made her want to eat until she got sick. Lamb stew, for one, as long as it had plums and spices in it too. But this? This little meal after a day of hard work beats anything she got in that gilded cage.

Katniss tilts her eyes over to his row, nodding her approval. He's done well too, it seems.