"Someone found a better use for them," he answered with as much dodge and evasion as he could muster. And he ignored the seductive smell of cooking meat. A week of bread and cheese and apple wasn't the worst week, food-wise, that he'd ever survived. But the thought of something more substantial did indeed send his body into hunger-mode. He almost asked for some,...but he resisted out of a stubborn desire to instead respect the meals Katniss made a habit of providing from him.

"They're only buttons."