[There's a new treat Hunk's made in the kitchen. He'd left from helping Pidge the evening before take apart--quite literally, thank goodness he could actually pop these things open--a strange piece of galra tech they'd taken from the last trip, and while they've had the afternoon free the next day, he knows she hasn't slept, or even left that room.
While Shiro and Coran seemed worried about this, Hunk just shrugs it off; after all, this isn't the first time Pidge has lost track of time slaving over technology. He'd already moved in a pillow and extra blankets into the room for such cases, he can only hope this poor kid at least considered a powernap. But, seeing as he hadn't seen Pidge at breakfast that morning too, he opts to go find the littlest paladin, with a few things in tow.
First, a bowl of food goo, tasting oddly of chicken soup despite the texture. Coran had gotten creative, and Hunk actually appreciated this attempt. Then, next to it, a product of Hunk's own experimentation--two small cups of different goo, one a strange brownish red, the other almost bluish; the blue one is sweet, almost like cake, but the brownish one? To him, and to his taste-tester Keith, it tasted a lot like peanut butter. But now he knows it needs to pass the expert of that category.
He lets himself back in, looking around.] Hey Pidge, you work up an appetite yet?
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While Shiro and Coran seemed worried about this, Hunk just shrugs it off; after all, this isn't the first time Pidge has lost track of time slaving over technology. He'd already moved in a pillow and extra blankets into the room for such cases, he can only hope this poor kid at least considered a powernap. But, seeing as he hadn't seen Pidge at breakfast that morning too, he opts to go find the littlest paladin, with a few things in tow.
First, a bowl of food goo, tasting oddly of chicken soup despite the texture. Coran had gotten creative, and Hunk actually appreciated this attempt. Then, next to it, a product of Hunk's own experimentation--two small cups of different goo, one a strange brownish red, the other almost bluish; the blue one is sweet, almost like cake, but the brownish one? To him, and to his taste-tester Keith, it tasted a lot like peanut butter. But now he knows it needs to pass the expert of that category.
He lets himself back in, looking around.] Hey Pidge, you work up an appetite yet?