mixingbowl | Testing, testing...1, 2, 3...

[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?

[In a world where they're both able to send messages...probably via an IM client, let's be real, Pidge will find her work interrupted by a few messages.]

So I was thinking And don't say I'm always thinking because I already know that But I was thinking about your Bayard and what it can do and I started messing around with some designs on my computer... ...how open are you to letting me test that thing and maybe upgrade it?

[pidge has been working on her laptop for quite some time, shiro muses. he's been standing, leaning against the couch, glancing over at her work of algorithms and coding for the past 5 minutes--and she hasn't even noticed.]

[any other person (lance) would use this as an opportunity to try and scare her, but shiro is--predictably--impressed.]

[this kind of thing is by no means his forte, more used to the rough work of combat and the precision of piloting, but it has always fascinated him the ease with how some people were able to handle the more science-leaning area of their trade. the holts were exceptionally good at it, in his humble opinion; when matt would open his own laptop to type away, shiro would just stare in awe.]

[pidge rolls a similar reaction out of him.]

Hey, I heard you've been keeping up really late working on your laptop. Don't exhaust yourself too much, alright?

[shiro opts to speak up, however, as he pushes away from the couch. he's fatherly, when it comes down to it--but, with pidge? there's a familiarity that he touches upon similar to how he behaves with keith, even if he's a tad more careful around her.]

--what exactly are you up to, anyway?

[ Something is falling through the air, hurtling down towards the ocean. It won't cause a tsunami, but it's big enough that the docks will be underwater. Big enough that she might not stop it, necessarily, just slow it down a lot. Kara knocks on where she sees a heat signature, hears a heartbeat. ]

Hey! Can you eject?

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