Katniss shook her head. Even if they had, they would have been grown here-tasteless and dull. She doubted anyone would have gone up to gather them, and if they had, that they would have made them down to the masses.

"I don't think they'd know what to do with them."

She was suddenly homesick, for strawberries, black berried, the fruits of the forest. Even the apples that grew right outside the fence. Had grown there, at least.