"No," he says, the word coming out carefully, like he's tasting it, mulling it in his mouth. "Just the only place there's fisherfolk and boats and processing plants." They'd learned about the districts and what they do in school, and it's repeated constantly on television, but as a very young victor, Finnick had left school at just fourteen and he'd only learned about other districts in the vaguest of terms. Not enough to know anything about spices and where they grow, and whether they grow in District One because that's where they grow, or because that's where luxuries come from.

It might be worth thinking about, in a way he's never really had the opportunity to do before. He'd thought, of course, about a world after Snow, about what Panem might look like after the Capitol is overthrown, but that too had been vague. He'd never thought about what the Districts might do, how they might change their whole economies. But for now, it's something he'll need to come back around to. Whether the origin of curry is true or not, Annie looks like she's enjoying it, so once he's finished his ice cream, Finnick gets some curry for himself.

It really is good. Just as good as it smells.

"Notice anything else worth mentioning yet?" he asks her after he's had a few mouthfuls to savor the taste. Finnick has some thoughts about the people around them himself, but Annie's always had a usefully different perspective to his.