I wish we saw a very quiet Kara eating her favorite meal on krypton with years running down her face she never thought she would taste it again, surrounded by her friends and family (but even still–shes emotional for another reason that almost feels like blasphemy. they aren’t as good as pot stickers. they’re her favorite and she’s been craving this for a decade and once the nostalgia and novelty goes away–they aren’t as good as pot stickers. and she doesn’t know what to do about that)