Adora's face brightens instantly at the approval, the glimmer in her eyes bursting into a full-blown sparkle.

"I can make it! Please, I'm not even tired." Terrible time to have to stifle a yawn. Anyway. She sticks out one arm from around Melog, groping for her bag, and with some effort produces a small satchel. "Hey, I picked berries on the way! They're really good, you should try some."

She could just hand the satchel over, but instead she opts for shaking it onto her open palm, and offer her berry-filled hand up to Catra.