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[ Lance flusters as Allura tries to apologize for herself, not knowing how to insist that she's fine and he's happy to have her there. The issue is closed as soon as it opens, and he's presented with an offer. ]

Oh, you don't-- [ he fans his head, and then closes them anxiously, gritting his teeth and glancing aside. ] Like. You can? That's cool. Definitely. If you want to. --But I mean if you're up to stuff like... You know it's cool if you just wanna chill there, too. I just uh- y... yea...

[Listen Lance, you're stuttering so she thinks a certain someone is nervous around her. It happens. As such, she quirks a brow at the continued stuttering before smiling faintly. It's kind of cute, honestly.]

I admit I'm... finding it hard to concentrate. [She admits, before looking back at the small computer in her lap.] I was about to take a break when you asked.

Right. Cool, cool.... [ Don't mind while he just..... really uncomfortably exists the room, hoping Allura is following after him. Or maybe he should have waited for her to follow??? Oh god, he did something wrong didn't he, HE JUST HAS TO COMMIT OR HE'LL MAKE IT WORSE his anxiety tells him.

When Allura comes in, she'll find Lance pulling the ingredients out and onto the counter top. Expectedly, the kitchen is small so working together might cause a little collision. He looks up, offers a small though nervous smile, and then pulls the single stool out for her. In one corner, there's actually a half repaired second stool. ] Here.

[Allura does, indeed, stand up to follow the owner of this tiny place. She can't help it as she tries (and barely succeeds) not to laugh at how endearing the nervousness is. Goodness, it isn't as though she's a vampire and going to suck his blood or anything. Just the new person! So why is he the nervous one?

And she completely misses the potential gay panic and budding crush signs. Good job, sweetie.

She smiles back reassuringly. See? Biggest threat is possibly bumping elbows or something. Though she looks between Lance and the stool in the corner that requires some repairs. It may not be an electronic device, yet it still gets some gears going.

... Maybe when they come back after checking out the desert. She looks back to Lance and nods.] Thank you. [She accepts it gladly, still thinking of possibly helping repair the poor thing in the corner while asking:] So, what would you like some help with?

[Prep or...? She knows her way around a kitchen knife.]

[ Clearly she doesn't understand that if they bump elbows, Lance's entire heart will terminate under the pressure of being near such a cutie. But at least he can manage to be near her without having a total meltdown. He looks around the kitchen, an 'um' on his lips. ] I guess just dice things? Here. [ He slides a few things toward her. It looks like he went shopping early in the morning to accommodate the quintupling of guests; there's fresh food of all varieties.

Lance helps, too, of course, taking a pepper and staying quiet for a bit as he ponders how to talk to Allura. Occasionally he steals glances at her, a little mad with himself for scrutinizing any kind of gender from her. ]

So... Al... You, uh, just joined the garrison, right?

[Nope, she completely missed that. Mostly because a lot of people in her former school before she joined the Garrison thought that she was a weirdo they couldn't figure out as most hit puberty. Also a nerd. Their loss.

She's just going to try to not blush as she looks sideways toward him and then away. Al thought that she'd heard the door earlier. Now she's embarrassed at how transfixed she was on a tech problem. Again. Instead, she's just going to get to work dicing the vegetables slid her way. Yep. Totally fine. Though the nickname and topic change helps.]

At this base, yes. [A small spark glistens in her blue eyes for a brief moment as she remembers the argument she had with her mother before she took off for Platt City. Still no regrets because aliens. She told Bob in year seven that they exist! Who's laughing now? (No one that's who.)

She glances back before returning her attention to what she was doing.] I transferred from the western Europe base. Mum was none too pleased, even though she understood why.

[ Lance cocks an eyebrow. ]

What, like, "didn't want her kiddo so far from home or something" not too pleased?

[Allura blinks, pausing for a moment before shrugging.] Something to that affect, yes.

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