"For money," she said, hearing the edge in her voice and not really caring in the moment. Gale didn't have any clue what her life was like. He hadn't been here. He hadn't been in 12 before that, either. Maybe a part of her did like going to school, not having to worry about where her next meal was coming from every single day. She didn't trust it to last, though, even as she knew she and Peeta would take care of each other no matter what. Just like they'd done in the arena. She saved most of what she earned selling her game, because she knew there might be a day things wouldn't be so easy for them here. Katniss had never needed much and that hadn't changed.
And where did Gale get off judging her, anyway? So what if she did like it here? She didn't really want to fight with him, but she really hated his attitude sometimes. Peeta had been there for her after the war, after she'd gone crazy and shot President Coin. He and Haymitch were the ones who'd gone back to 12 with her. Not Gale. Not her mother. If he knew her at all any more, he'd know that she couldn't be content with this life, either, not really. He'd know that she still woke up screaming sometimes, after dreams of all the horrible things she'd seen. She had friends here and she had food to eat, but that didn't mean she was content, not in the slightest.