Catra flinches, glancing over the fire briefly before finding a spot to sit, body still a little tense.

"Not really. Food? Fish is nice." Military life, her food standards are pretty low. Ears flicker. "I'm letting you figure this out, just don't burn it or something."

Cue a shrug, legs kicking up as she lets the fire warm her up, eyes finally glancing back to Korra. "Or is that too hard?" Entirely playful, this time.