[ Catra's still holding the spoon Damian gave her, and she gives it another lick. It seems like she's-- working through something, in her head. ]

I always thought... I don't know, cooking was kinda lame, for some reason. One of my-- underlings, back home... [ she almost said friend, whoops, shit, can't have that ] she was always doing shit like this. Baking cakes for us. Making tea and snacks. I mean. It wasn't very good. She was a born dumbass. But she was trying, y'know?

It always used to get on my nerves. ... Maybe I didn't give her enough credit.