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“Is that mologossa?” Hunk asked as Keith stabbed a fork into the round pink, spiky potato-looking fruits.

Keith shook his head. “Nopal,” he said. “I went out to pick some before we left. Galra might have destroyed the towns but a lot of the cactus are still alive. ”

“So that’s how you survived in your shack?” Pidge asked. “How long do I have to keep stirring this? My arm is going to fall off.”

“Me and dad used to pick them instead of buying the supermarket ones - it seemed kinda pointless to spend money when we had the desert right on our doorstep,” he reasoned, before peeking at Pidge’s mixture. “You can stop.”

“Finally,” she groaned, putting the bowl down and slipping off the countertop.  

Excerpt from my piece for the Voltron cookbook zine, Quizsnacks!

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...  “There is nothing to thank,” she says and he is suddenly aware of the age she carries, “We’re doing what we can, what we should. You and them..” she looks to the closed bay door, “No one deserves that.”

He nods and shudders, still thankful, but understanding the weariness in her voice.

The android like being is back and adding a dark hunter green scarf to his blanket cocoon, “Your readings are far below what seems healthy, but I am unable to determine if your species runs that low as a default. Are you too cold?”

He nods, and the leader huffs out a laugh before standing and lightly patting his shoulder.

The others seem to take it as a cue to get on with business, and talk amongst themselves again.

“This is the safest place for such a high profile prisoner…”

“Safe? We are in the middle of an expanding nebula! Aladi, you cannot tell me this is safe.”

“Exactly, Khaete, it’s perfect.”

... 

At the end of the month, every month, for years… Keith would wake up and jump out of bed with all the joy and mirth a child could ever need. His father would already be up and at em, toiling away in the garden behind the house.

They had an extensive herb collection close to the backdoor and fresh tomato plots on either side of the gravel walk. They would spend all morning outside collecting the vegetables for the big cast iron pot his dad set out over a wood burning fire.

They traded fresh veggies and salted jerky with a neighbor a good few miles away- in return they got fresh milk and beans and the harder to get fruits.But most importantly of all was the freshly butchered steak. Simple bartering that Keith was always excited to hop into the truck for.

preview for my piece for the Quizsnacks zine! I also did a button design. Please consider preordering! There are so many cool recipes and it’s all inclusive so you can meet dietary restrictions and everything. I got to work with such a great team and I’m so grateful :)

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