Catra looks the large man up and down, then shrugs, rigidity seeping out of her posture as she adopts an air of nonchalance distinct from actual relaxation. "If she wants to share her portion," she says, cocking a thumb in the direction of the Ponyta, who looks up from her snack just long enough to bump her trainer's hip with the side of her head in question - challenge?, "that's her call."

Admit she finds the fluffy thing intriguing (and charming) enough that she might've fed it even if her companion hadn't decided the matter for her? Never.

"What is he?"