At the mere suggestion that this might be a skin-wrapped thermos, Catra looks horrified, holding it as far away from her as humanly possibly, dangling from a two-fingered grip on the lid. Only then does she gather the courage to investigate, gingerly pushing some of the fur aside to look at what's beneath.
"I think it's just glued onto a metal canister," she says dubiously. "Still. That's gross."
She shoves it against Gabriel's chest for him to hold, rather than just put it back down on the table like a normal person. Instead, she looks suddenly gleeful, eyes narrowed as she tries to see if she can find something even worse than the furry drink bottle. The shopkeep looks none too impressed with her, because Catra really does look like she's on the verge of starting to throw things around to look. Luckily for the poor shopkeep, she's restraining herself.
"Makes you wonder if there's a whole industry about vampire teeth," she muses. "Vampire fang daggers. Vampire fang necklackes-- actually, that'd be pretty cool, I'd wear one of those."
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"I think it's just glued onto a metal canister," she says dubiously. "Still. That's gross."
She shoves it against Gabriel's chest for him to hold, rather than just put it back down on the table like a normal person. Instead, she looks suddenly gleeful, eyes narrowed as she tries to see if she can find something even worse than the furry drink bottle. The shopkeep looks none too impressed with her, because Catra really does look like she's on the verge of starting to throw things around to look. Luckily for the poor shopkeep, she's restraining herself.
"Makes you wonder if there's a whole industry about vampire teeth," she muses. "Vampire fang daggers. Vampire fang necklackes-- actually, that'd be pretty cool, I'd wear one of those."