"We can always hope," Setsuna says, shrugging easily. She laughs at the obvious growl in the other girl's stomach. It makes her feel nostalgic for ... well, it's not like those days were all that long ago, but they feel like they might as well be, now.

"Otherwise, all we have to look forward to is terrible food, and that's not much of a reason to do anything for anybody."

There's something guarded and barbed in the way she says that, but the edges of it don't seem to be pointed at Catra.