"Some," Sansa say at last, with a little nod. She's still struggling not to cry, her voice thick and her lip trembling, but for now, she's got control of herself. Now she just has to keep that up for the rest of her life. "And I know what they look like, not just what they're called. Some that aren't so common, as well. My mother has a herb garden."
That wasn't what she was asked, but she figures the more information she can volunteer, the better. It isn't just that she wants to survive, either: on a much more instinctive level, she very much wants Katniss' approval.
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Date: 2017-03-05 03:33 pm (UTC)That wasn't what she was asked, but she figures the more information she can volunteer, the better. It isn't just that she wants to survive, either: on a much more instinctive level, she very much wants Katniss' approval.