"Not a fan of parties?" Stacia asks, largely rhetorically.

She decides not to remind Catra that she'd already asked about her favorite color. Coming up with questions is hard enough.

"I've visited deserts and whined the entire time," she says instead. "I grew up around temperate rain forests, so I'm used to a lot of humidity." She winks broadly at Catra. "I'm a delicate flower."