[ She jumps a little at the contact, startled -- the fur along her spine raising just slightly. But she relaxes quickly enough, even presses into Glimmer's hold a little (she would deny it). Something about the contact eases some of the mounting panic and anxiety in her chest, so she doesn't fight it. ]
. . . A snack sounds good.
Maybe some of that cake you were raving so much about.
[ With her usual sparkle and shimmer, Glimmer deposits the pair of them into the kitchen. She dusts her hands and steps over towards one of of cupboards. Hmm... ]
[ Glimmer laughs, poking her tongue out at Catra over her shoulder before she begins to rummage around. Cake, cake, cake... there had to be some in here somewhere, she was sure of it! ]
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. . . A snack sounds good.
Maybe some of that cake you were raving so much about.
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I'm pretty sure we have some--! Hold on!
[ With her usual sparkle and shimmer, Glimmer deposits the pair of them into the kitchen. She dusts her hands and steps over towards one of of cupboards. Hmm... ]
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She hates magic. Hates it. ]
What did I tell you about a little warning, Sparkles?
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[ Glimmer laughs, poking her tongue out at Catra over her shoulder before she begins to rummage around. Cake, cake, cake... there had to be some in here somewhere, she was sure of it! ]