Adora giggles, light and airy, as Melog winds between her legs. She reaches down to stroke along their back, endeared enough to even forgive their role in the bread-thievery. The embarrassment that colors Catra's cheeks at the display of affection only serves to make it cuter.

"I mean, I wasn't saying anything," she answers with a snort, offering Melog a loving little stroke behind one ear.

"Think you can watch the camp for us, Melog? Thank you! We'll be back before you know it."

And, downing the last mouthful of bread, she joins Catra's side and takes her hand in her own. "Ready to go?"