The look Dave shoots Tenten is exasperated, almost helpless, as Catra's mood sours and she dumps all her cooking attire.
"I did say 'nice', didn't I? I'm pretty sure that's the word that came out of my mouth. Does 'nice' mean something else around here? You gotta let me know right now before I really step in some shit and get something worse than a wooden spoon chucked at me."
He shrugs and just leans in to peer at their handiwork. It's way more homey and cozy-looking than any meal he's ever eaten, at least. His stomach suddenly reminds him of what he actually came here for and he fights to keep an impassive face.
"I mean, y'all did better than I would have," he says. "Not like I've ever managed anything fancier than a Hot Pocket. You used a stove and everything, damn."
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"I did say 'nice', didn't I? I'm pretty sure that's the word that came out of my mouth. Does 'nice' mean something else around here? You gotta let me know right now before I really step in some shit and get something worse than a wooden spoon chucked at me."
He shrugs and just leans in to peer at their handiwork. It's way more homey and cozy-looking than any meal he's ever eaten, at least. His stomach suddenly reminds him of what he actually came here for and he fights to keep an impassive face.
"I mean, y'all did better than I would have," he says. "Not like I've ever managed anything fancier than a Hot Pocket. You used a stove and everything, damn."