"There's an inspector here? I better watch myself," Catra says laconically as she leans against the counter.

"But yeah. You can have some if you want. Not like I can eat it all myself--and where am I gonna stash it?" At the mention that she gets 'first pick' Catra is off like a shot to fetch herself a plate, bowl, and nother necessary utensils. She returns with enough for all three (how thoughtful). Leaving the others to divvy up the remaining plates and bowls between them, she gives herself a heaping spoonful of chicken and digs in without preamble. Nomf.

"S'good," she mutters around the mouthful. "This is the best thing I've ever eaten..."