"Ohh, too easy," Adora wheezes out a laugh, her head lolling back with it as Catra shakes her. The sword-turned-mop is quickly secured back around her arm, and Adora pats the gleaming brace with a triumphant grin.

"Sorry, Catra. I'll be remembering that forever."

And, with their faces this close, she can't resist cupping Catra's face and planting a kiss on those scowling lips before pulling back.

"Come on, we should really get back out there."