"Great. Sounds like there's a catch to everything around here," Marc sighed, tossing up his hands. Not that it was going to stop him from checking out the available arsenal. He wasn't completely convinced that a gun should be that difficult to fire.

Steven's mutterings had him wince once the soup thing was figured out. He glanced at Catra. "Are all the words like that? Broken up and confusing?" Sounded like them, to be fair.