What? What? No, no; see, Catra was supposed to be the one helping Adora dry off now--
--And instead there's a mop in her hands. Catra doesn't know what she wants to do first (protest being the one who has to mop; be incredulous that Adora just turned her magic sword into a mop; something else involving Adora and lacking in a mop), and her ears fold back with the annoyance.
Eventually, the head of the mop meets the floor with a wet slap.
"Of course she turns her sword into a mop," she mutters to herself as she gets started. Do you know what Catra would do, Adora, if she had a magic sword? She would not clean floors with it. "I don't even know why I'm surprised."
They are going to need to talk about her magic before they leave this room, Catra reminds herself, her lips pressing tightly together. But Adora's in such a dumb, goofy mood -- surely it can wait a few more moments.
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--And instead there's a mop in her hands. Catra doesn't know what she wants to do first (protest being the one who has to mop; be incredulous that Adora just turned her magic sword into a mop; something else involving Adora and lacking in a mop), and her ears fold back with the annoyance.
Eventually, the head of the mop meets the floor with a wet slap.
"Of course she turns her sword into a mop," she mutters to herself as she gets started. Do you know what Catra would do, Adora, if she had a magic sword? She would not clean floors with it. "I don't even know why I'm surprised."
They are going to need to talk about her magic before they leave this room, Catra reminds herself, her lips pressing tightly together. But Adora's in such a dumb, goofy mood -- surely it can wait a few more moments.