#elissigh

set up to work with it and around it all day long.” Keith is fixing his bayard; it had cracked in the last battle. Superficial, but upsetting. He doesn’t look up from the delicate work, but says, “It doesn’t matter either way, does it? I haven’t seen a peanut since Earth.” “Exactly,” says Pidge. “I have a peanut butter itch that needs scratching, and apparently the rest of the galaxy hasn’t heard of it yet. It’s a travesty.” “My mom makes an awesome turtle sundae,” Lance says, sighing. 

He gets like that when he talks about home: heavy, low. There’s no reason for him to be hanging out in Pidge’s little workshop area, but he’s there, anyway. Pidge frowns, nose wrinkling. “No can do. That has peanuts on it.” Keith looks up. “You just said you missed peanut butter.” “Peanuts are not peanut butter.” “They pretty much are,” says Lance. “Like, mashed and ground up peanuts.” “And butter?” Keith offers, a little worried at the thought. 

Pidge sniffs and digs a screwdriver into Rover hard, making it beep. “I didn’t say it made sense!”

>> the electric synthesized pop ballad of why keith can’t have nice things by kay_cricketed

HMASDNFJBHKSN LMAO that’s some quality discussion about peanuts right here :P