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