"In my experience," of the one person she's known with pink hair, "people with pink hair are nosy, self-righteous, and short," Catra sniffs, disbelieving.
It does smell better and better the closer they get to the kitchen. Catra had never actually dared go into the kitchen at Bright Moon, half wary they'd chase her out. But she's gained curiosity over time, and Castle Thorne doesn't have reason to hate her (yet), so she'll probably be allowed in?
"Eh. They were both workaholics." Like Catra has room to judge. "They probably didn't even like real food. Or maybe it was a control thing. Or a resource thing. Who knows."
Catra's never put any real thought into food; as long as she gets enough to sustain her and keep her on her feet, she doesn't care. But... Bright Moon's food had been good. She'd really started to enjoy a few things. And as they walk into the kitchen, something smells admittedly amazing, the workers kneading what looks like big loaves of dough while others are in the ovens cooking away.
"Huh. I did wonder how bread was made," Catra muses, sticking close to Adora.
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It does smell better and better the closer they get to the kitchen. Catra had never actually dared go into the kitchen at Bright Moon, half wary they'd chase her out. But she's gained curiosity over time, and Castle Thorne doesn't have reason to hate her (yet), so she'll probably be allowed in?
"Eh. They were both workaholics." Like Catra has room to judge. "They probably didn't even like real food. Or maybe it was a control thing. Or a resource thing. Who knows."
Catra's never put any real thought into food; as long as she gets enough to sustain her and keep her on her feet, she doesn't care. But... Bright Moon's food had been good. She'd really started to enjoy a few things. And as they walk into the kitchen, something smells admittedly amazing, the workers kneading what looks like big loaves of dough while others are in the ovens cooking away.
"Huh. I did wonder how bread was made," Catra muses, sticking close to Adora.