Steven frowned at Marc. He then thought about it, reluctantly accepting the fact that it was kind of weird. Fair enough...

All this talk about weapons. He couldn't even hold one properly let alone wrap his mind around the violence connected to them. But if Marc was in control, he had more use for it since he was the mercenary.

But his mind got stuck on the building Catra namedropped. Soup Lies? Soup Lies, soup lies, souplies... He was about to pace a small circle before he got it, still a little confused about the wordplay. Supplies? Really?