Adora spends a moment just lying there, red-faced in the grass, as she watches Catra head towards the camp without her. Then she huffs out a laugh -- at herself more than anything, for falling for it. Is she ever not going to fall for Catra?

"Okay, first of all, you're mean," she says with a flustered grin as she pushes up onto her feet, snatching her bag back up before rushing to Catra's side.

"And secondly, I saved some for you, you big silly. Here," she plants the half-full pouch in her palm. "Don't put too many in your mouth in one go. It was really sour."