I'll stop the world and melt with you

[yablueit]

Who: Team Voltron, other residents of the Lion House, and anyone else who might have reason to stop by.
When: Late March
Where: Lion House
What: Lance throws a pizza party.
Warnings: Mild space racism is inevitable, but other than that, probably nothing


[ Now that Team Voltron has been completed, and everyone more or less settled in, you'd think everyone in the Lion House would be as content as possible. Unfortunately, you would be wrong, because these kids are dramatic as hell. Things have been increasingly tense all month, and it's increasingly not fun to be around, never quite sure who's been arguing about what with who. Things are clearly going to come to a head soon.

Lance, however, would rather avoid that. Instead, he takes a not insignificant portion of his pay from his most recent cargo hauling mission and spends most of an afternoon shopping around and arranging something special for the residents of the house. When people start to arrive home for the evening, there is a spread in the living room waiting for them: multiple large pizzas, garlic knots and breadsticks, soda, and salad are set out, buffet style across a table clearly dragged in from the dining room. At the end of the table is a giant cooler with several flavors of ice cream (from mundane normal flavors, to some that are weird and alien), a full selection of toppings, and cones and bowls. There's also a sheet cake which Lance has clearly tried to decorate by himself, with a poorly drawn icing rendition of Voltron squiggled across it.

Family, friends, housemates: come together and bond over junk food. ]

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[shiro2hero]

[Of course he's going to be a bit late. If only because of work reasons. Because you're always a bit late when your job is a space taxi driver. There's a lot to do, a lot of people who want to go places that take forever, and then there's traffic...]

[But it's a distraction.]

[It's a good distraction.]

[So is walking into the house and seeing... what looks like an entire pizza hut laid out across the table. The table that's in the living room now.]

Did... I miss something?

i like that you're first to tag and shiro's late

[yablueit]

[ Lance is already flopped across one of the couches with a paper plate loaded with food balanced on one leg, eating a garlic knot. ]

Shiro! Hey! You're late to the pizza party!

story of his life

[shiro2hero]

[He very slowly arches an eyebrow. Looking from Lance to the splay of food and back again.]

Pizza party? What's the occasion?

[im_a_leg]

Nah, there's still plenty of pizza left. [ Hunk grins. ] C'mon, dig in!

[shiro2hero]

It's really pizza? Real... pizza?

Cheese and everything?

[businessinfront]

[ Keith's first thought, upon entering a living room full of pizza, is that he's walking in on something he isn't supposed to. He should know better by now, sure, but old habits are hard to break. Which is why he stands there, staring wide-eyed at the spread of food like it's the first time he's seen a buffet, for just long enough to make it weird. ]

[yablueit]

[ Lance looks up from the couch he's sprawled on. ]

...I'm pretty sure you can't eat just by staring at it, dude. Grab a plate.

[businessinfront]

[ Keith tilts his head like a bird, stepping closer. ]

What's the occasion? [ A beat. ] Is it someone's birthday?

[shiro2hero]

[Surprise, guess who's here. Spoilers: it's ya dad.]

[Breaking a cardinal rule of pizza and folding it in half to eat it. Like some kind of awful pizza-taco. Wow. This is the guy you admire, Keith. Why do you do that again?]

[businessinfront]

[ Keith glances wordlessly between Shiro's pizza-taco slice and his own, which he's holding like a normal person, thank you very much.

He does this several times.

Then, slowly, Keith folds his own slice in half. ]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin's kind of standing there too.]

...I know what you're thinking.

Don't feel bad. I have no idea what this stuff is either. But it smells amazing.

[businessinfront]

You... what? No, I know what pizza is.

[im_a_leg]

[ Hunk gives him a little nudge. ]

C'mon, Lance worked hard on this. Give it a shot.

[businessinfront]

Hey, I'm not passing up pizza.

[ Stirred out of his surprised staring, he decides to go for a slice. One of the normal looking ones first — he's not bold enough for alien pizza yet. ]

I just... didn't expect this. At all.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin's been out working all day, as per usual, and when he wanders back home, he immediately stops dead in his tracks. Whatever that smell was? It was heavenly.]

[He finds himself shuffling towards the living room, following the amazing aroma and that's where he stops. You see, Darin's never even seen a pizza before. But that doesn't stop him from practically drooling all over himself.]

Okay...whatever this is and whoever did this? I owe you one giant favor.

[yablueit]

[ Lance is laying across one of the couches, a paper plate with pizza on it on his chest, and raises a hand up to get Darin's attention. ]

That'd be me, and you're welcome.

[shiro2hero]

[Congrats, adopted son. You are walking in on a rare sight. It is, bizarrely enough, the sight of one (1) Shiro shoving a slice of folded up pizza in his mouth. All in one go.]

[Because he has something to prove apparently, okay.]

[im_a_leg]

Lance did it! He did a pretty good job, huh? [ Are the two Lances getting along? HUNK MUST KNOW. ]

[pidge_out]

[For the record, Pidge rarely leaves the house. These days she rarely even leaves her room. But the first thought she has when the smells from the kitchen come wafting up to her room is that maybe Hunk's actually home early and cooking a giant meal again. Which of course, given the fact that they're still kind of fighting, makes Pidge hesitant to investigate.

It at least keeps her from wandering down for the first hour or so.

Hunger eventually wins out, and now that it's been some time she can assume that maybe Hunk isn't down there with the food anymore and she can successfully avoid that awkward encounter. So she leaves her room and pads carefully down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen, looking around quickly just to make sure Hunk isn't still there. And then she's just as quickly moving to greedily snatch up some pizza.]

[yablueit]

[ Lance has moved on to the sundae bar by the time Pidge shows up, spraying a pile of whipped cream to top off his bowl. ]

Pidge, hey! There you are!

[shiro2hero]

I was wondering where you were.

[Sorry, Pidge. You can't escape him. Not even when you're being stealthy. Because his head just pops up from the other side of the couch, looking directly at her with a look of surprise, and, admittedly, concern.]

[... she's not the only one having difficulties with recent events. Events... he's not sure she should know about, until they have everything figured out.]

[She's already lost two family members, after all.]

Working on something?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Holy crap you're actually here and not a figment of my imagination?? I was wondering if you'd ever appear again!

You're like a ghost or something...!

[businessinfront]

[ Sometimes Keith is oblivious. Other times, he's weirdly observant. So when he notices Pidge looking shifty, he can't help but be... well... way too blunt. ]

Why are you sneaking around?

[ At least his voice doesn't carry. ]

[im_a_leg]

Dude, Lance. This is ... seriously awesome. [ Hunk gives him a little smile -- he's been kind of down since his fight with Pidge. ] Everyone's gonna love it.

[pidge_out]

[Don't mind Pidge. She's just over... on the other side of the room. Now equipped with a bowl of half-melted ice cream that she seems to be extremely focused on, looking at each spoonful extra critically as she eats it.

She used to be hiding behind Keith in case Hunk appeared, but... well, she figured she was safe enough to let Keith off the hook. Mistake #1.]