Catra notices the man shoot to his feet out of the corner of her eye and stiffens, shoulders going rigid as she tenses in preparation to fight or flee. "You'd better not get me in trouble," she tells the little fluffy monster, then spoils the admonishment by setting down a second bowl of ice cream, this one the same shade of purple as her Ponyta's mane, for the two pokemon to share. She doesn't even taste this one first - she doesn't trust anything that colour to actually be proper food for people.

Pastel horses and little horned fluffy things, on the other hand...