That's not what Catra was expecting, though she should have.

She could be mean, she could tease. But she's still feeling that soft warmth in her chest, so in the end she steps easily in to Adora, fitting against her the way she always has. Places a hand on her waist, like she's learned she loves to. And with lidded eyes, tilts her chin to look at Adora.

"Because, genius," she drawls, hefting the bag of berries. "You crammed a bunch of these in your mouth. Remember that?"