Bagge

Double Trouble: Ooh! Can I use my fairysona?

Catra: Hey, Sparkles, it's really cute how you try to emulate Double Trouble's fairysona.

Glimmer: Please don't mention that stupid disguise. Also, what do you mean with emulate...

Catra: You know, tiny, pink, ridiculous. You really go all in, don't you.

Glimmer: BRAT CAT, I'LL END YOU!

Catra: "Everything is prepared for the festival, your royal sparkliness."

Glimmer: "And just in time. You have done an amazing job, Catra."

Catra, trying and failing to look like the praise doesn't effect her: "Eh, a festival is not too different from a battle. Marching, pyrotechnics and make sure the rank-and-file has enough provision."

Glimmer: "Those are children, Catra."

Catra: "Eh, soldiers, children, ration bars, juice boxes: Some difference."

Glimmer: "Either way, I'm very thankful. And as your reward..."

Catra: "Oh no you don't!"

Glimmer: "As your reward I now pronounce you..."

Catra: "Festival general supremo or something equally dumb, right? Don't you think this bit is getting old, Sparkles?"

Glimmer: "Shimmerfur the cat fairy!"

Catra: "..."

Glimmer, not quite able not to crack up: "Look, we have a costume and everything."

Frosta, extremely smug: "I helped!"

Catra: "..."

Glimmer: "The children will love it. We have written a song for you, and there is a little dance..."

Catra: "Glimmer, I'm saying this with all the sincerity I can muster: Remember when I yeeted you into space? I'm fully prepared to do that again."

Glimmer: "But Catra, this is for the children. You don't want to disappoint the children, do you?"

Catra: "I'll tell you what I want to..."

Adora and Scorpia. "WE HEARD THERE WAS A COSTUME!"

My takehome from these scenes is how incredibly much these disaster lesbians are over their exes.

They don't think of them at all.