#lidge?

Lance buries his head in his hands, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. "That's... How many? Six? Seven batches? Quiznack, why am I so bad at this?!" He says, his fists coming down on the table. Frustrated tears threaten to spill from his eyes, but before they do, he hears a gentle voice coming from the door to the kitchen. "Um...Lance? Watcha' doing, buddy?" It's Hunk, poking his head in. Surprised, Lance turns on his heels, regaining his composure. "Oh, hey! What's up man! I'm just uh, chilling, doing kitchen... things," He says, feigning suavity. Hunk raised an eyebrow skeptically, but his eyes glimmer. Kitchen things, he thought, I love kitchen things! "I'm pretty good in the kitchen, you know," he says, walking through the door, grabbing a duckling-yellow apron from the hook. He loops the top around his head and fastens it around his waist. "I don't want your help!" Lance says, uncharacteristically flustered. Hunk's eyes grow, but upon seeing the jars of empty peanut butter, he susses out the situation perfectly. A small smile plays at his lips. He knows what Lance is doing, and he knows why he wants to do it alone. "Listen, Lance, I'm not sure if this is to get over Allura or show her you care about all girls and you can look after her but-" "This isn't for Allura." Hunk sighs.

"I know. If you'd have let me finish... I don't know why you're doing this for her- not Allura- but I know you want to do it alone. You want to do something for her, just for her, and no one else, and if someone else helps, it’s not as sentimental, right? So, I won’t do anything for you, but I'll help supervise you. Okay?" Lance narrows his eyes at Hunk. "And what do you get out of helping me?" "Well for starters, the new castle kitchen won't spell like burnt peanuts," he says, smirking. Lance casts a sidelong glance. "And, I want you to teach me to play that game you and Pidge always play. We're still the Garrison trio, right?" Lance looks back up and smiles. "Right. I can do that." Hunk smacks him on the back and claps his hands together. "Okay, so the first things first, I can tell why those-" he points to a tray of blackened cookies "- are inedible. Why are those?" He asks, pointing to what seems like normal cookies. Lance's face contorts for a moment. "Why don't you try one and see for yourself?"

Gingerly, Hunk grabs one and takes a small bite, immediately regretting his decision. "Quiznack, Lance, how much salt is in here?!"

Lance shrugs. "Man, I just read the recipe. Half a teaspoon." Upon suspicion, Hunk checks the sugar container, which is labelled in Altean. "This is salt." Lance looks down sheepishly and folds his arms. "Yeah, I knew that. I was just... testing... something," He lies. Hunk stifles a laugh. "All right Lance, I don't have enough time to teach you Altean, but I will direct you as to what's what. Next, why is the oven on 365?" "That's what the recipe says!" Lance exclaims defensively. Hunk checks over it and grunts. "Yeah, 365 degrees Fahrenheit. This oven is in Celsius, so let's turn it down to about, 180," Hunk says, doing so. "Now, keep going as you would and I'll supervise, Okay?" Lance pouts, hiding his flushed face. He was Lance Quiznacking McClain! He doesn't need help with anything, much less some cookies! But, Hunk had agreed to helo him, which rendered him somewhat bashful, but also happy. He went about following the recipe as best he could, occasionally stopping to glance at Hunk, who would nod approvingly or direct him. Eventually, after an hour (because as much as he disliked it, Lance needed to be careful and go slowly), a batch of 26 perfectly evened cookies were produced from the oven. The boys stared at the plate with pride. "Good job, buddy! You did real well," Hunk said proudly, patting him on the back. Lance beamed. He knew he could do it- of course he could- but seeing them in front of him made him happy. "Let's take them to her," Hunk said, taking his apron off and folding it neatly. Lance, on the other hand, threw his in a wrinkled bunch on the nearest chair, much to Hunk's dismay. "Just like this? We can't! They need a bow, or a... a box or something!" Hunk smiled and turned to him. "Listen, I know you want to impress her-" "False, but carry on," Lance interrupted, a blush forming on his cheeks. "Fine. I know you want to show off how... cool you are, but sometimes a simple display of appreciation goes further than a glitzy show. We know that from that time Coran had an... ear-worm and made us do the Voltron show," he says, placing a supportive hand on Lance's shoulder. Lance looks up at him and a smile forms. "Yeah... yeah, you're right, but...," he says, jumping up and running out. "Wait, Lance! Don't tell me you're getting cold feet!" Hunk yells. "Nope, just getting something, be back now!" Hunk stares at him in bewilderment, but accepts he wouldn't catch up. He looks down at the plate and smiles, then transfers the cookies to a pistachio-green plate. Lance returns shortly after, a small flower in his hand. Hunk smiles knowingly as Lance places the flower in between two cookies, ensuring it doesn't droop. He glances at Hunk, who nods affirmatively, and takes the plate, walking to the room of the green paladin. ***

"Come on, are you kidding me?!" Pidge  screams in frustration. She throws the controller, irritated, before hearing a knock at her door. Now what, she grimaces. "Yeah, what?" She yells. Hunk enters first, and notices the TV screen. "Hey Pid- is that The Last Fantasy? You got that when you got Kaltenecker, right? You still haven't finished it?" Hunk's eyes light up. Pidge grimaces, though Hunk doesn't see this as her back is still turned. "No, I haven't, because of this stupid level!" "Oh man, you should let-" "Ahem." "Oh, right, I'm gonna come in," Hunk says, realising it's his cue to move so Lance can take over. He steps in holding the plate. "Whaddya' wan-" she stops as she turns, her eyes falling to the plate. He scratches his head. "Hey Pidge! Remember that time you wanted to leave the team and Allura asked you about yourself- not that I was eavesdropping- and you said you liked peanut butter cookies? Well, I thought, since we're friends, and we won that cow together and were in space together that I could maybe bake you some!" He says much too quickly. His face flushes. Now you've done it, you idiot! He curses himself. Pidge wears a perplexed expression, and a flurry of emotion crosses her face- confusion, frustration, and lastly, a gentle happiness. "You got these for me?" "Well, no I actually made them. They're amazing and I didn't burn any!" He says proudly. "This time," Hunk murmurs. Lance shoots him a glance, and he stifles a giggle. "So yeah, I also got a lily from the garden, since, y'know, it's the national flower of Italy. I mean, I think it is. I can't remember," He fumbles. "It's... really pretty," she says, her eyes glimmering. She takes the flower and puts it in her hair, moved by the gesture. "How does it look?" She asks, smiling shyly. "Great! Pink suits you," he says, a bit more boldly than he intended. Her smile falters a bit. "Like Allura?" She whispers. "Huh? Heck no! It looks good on you as Pidge, Pidge... Katie? A-anyway, I got this one because it was the most vibrant. The gardeners really know how to nurture and look after these plants- I mean, they’re amazing! A-and I thought you'd like it. I mean, I would've gotten you a green flower, but I don't think those bloomed, so I just... yeah," He stops, out of breath. He was nervous. He didn't want to upset her, He genuinely believed the flower looked good. Her smile returned, brighter than before. It was the first time any other paladin- aside from Shiro- had called her Katie. She liked it. It was just a name, one she wasn’t used to being called, but she liked how he said it. "Thanks Lance. I really appreciate it. I'm going to have one of those cookies now," she says grabbing one. She takes a hearty bite, crumbs falling from the cookie. Lance and Hunk wait in anticipation- they hadn't tested this batch. "H-how are they?" Lance asks, biting his bottom lip. She swallows and beams. "They're so good! Thank you Lance!" She says, smiling bashfully. She knows Hunk probably helped- there was no other reason for him to accompany Lance- but she didn't point it out. She knew he tried and she appreciated the gesture- she appreciated him. "Y-yeah, of course they are! I made 'em! Anyway, we're gonna go now, leave you to it." He places the plate upon the side table near what seams to be a hunk of blue trash and turns to leave. She grabs his shirt before he's able to. "Hey, could you um, help me with this level?" She asks quietly, expecting him to turn her down to fawn over Princess Allura or spend time with his family. He turns to her and smiles. "Of course I can. I'm the best sharpshooter around, remember? Oh, as long as Hunk can join us too," he says, winking and pulling Hunk under a friendly headlock. Hunk chuckles. "I'll leave you two alone, since there's only 2 controllers," He says, wanting to give them space. "No way! We can take turns! And eat cookies together," Pidge says, winking at him. Lance nods and gives Hunk a secret wink. We don't need to rush, we have the whole of space time to be alone.

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