Oneshot [Gen]
Weird Hobbies
Maybe it was the fact he was getting older (allegedly), or it was because he was the main person who was reigning the cadets in, but Lance couldn’t keep up being a night owl anymore. Rubbing his eyes, he knew there’d be bags under them tomorrow, but he pushed back way too many of the tweebs papers to grade, and he had to get some work done. It would take him further into the night which he would only survive if he had a cup of coffee with him. As he walked closer to the kitchen, a sweet and ashy smell hit his nose, not to mention the sound of clinks and clacks he heard as he finally got to the door.
Hunched over sitting at an island was Pidge, who didn’t notice that Lance had walked in as he was too busy messing with wires and ignoring the increasingly sickly sweet smell coming from the now charred marshmallow that was being held up by a glass cup and wooden stick in front of the burner next to him. Before it dropped (and got them in trouble by the cooks who would have to scrape the sticky marshmallow off) Lance pushed the cup far enough away, so the marshmallow could drop safely onto the counter instead.
Pidge jumped at the sudden movement from him before scrunching his nose at the marshmallow that was slowly oozing out of it’s charred exterior after not having enough strength to hold onto its stick anymore. When he looked back at Lance, he only got a ‘really?’ expression back in response.
"You have weird hobbies. Also, aren't you allergic to those?" he asked,
“Hey, my hobbies make the castle safer and your jobs easier! And I’m allergic to eating them, not smelling them, though I hate marshmallows in every form, so I might as well be.”
Lance rolled his eyes, Pidge never could give a straight answer, but it was more fun that way. After turning off the burner, he grabbed a nearby roll of paper and passed it to him.
“What, you’re not gonna to help me?” Pidge teased,
“Not my mess, not my problem”
Pidge gave him an unimpressed look, but it quickly turned into a soft smile, he might hate the things but cleaning them up wasn’t so bad. On the other side of the kitchen, Lance was finally making his next cup of coffee. It would’ve been a pot but Allura replaced it with a smaller coffee maker which was only really meant for espressos in order to curb the boys’ caffeine addiction. Not that it helped because they immediately bought their own stash.
“What were you doing anyway, Pidge?” Lance questioned, “Since you hate marshmallows so much, I don’t think you would’ve purposefully let yourself smell the sugar burning off it.”
Pidge threw the handful of paper full of marshmallow into the trash, luckily it was still melty enough to not leave any residue.
“Working on upgrading castle defenses. I wanted to see if I could make an olfactory system so Lotor or Wade wouldn’t know we caught them on our radars if they were doing a sneak attack.”
“So you chose burning marshmallows to signal that one or both of the pains in our ass are trying to do something on Arus again? I don’t know man, marshmallow scented alarms don’t really scream emergency to me.”
“Well Hunk thought it was a good idea, and he already knew I hated marshmallows so at least it won’t only be me who’s suddenly alarmed when the sickly sweet smell of those disgusting things starts wafting through castle control.” Pidge sassed,
Lance playfully rolled his eyes. He only hated marshmallows because when he first tried them, he had the worst high of his life. Though to be fair he was about nine when it happened… and the team was the one who got him to try one without realizing his people were adverse to high-fructose corn syrup. Plus the next time he was high it was because his shrink prescribed it… and it was dosed correctly.
He looked into the mug he grabbed from the cupboard before putting it back and grabbing two smaller ones. Pidge raised an eyebrow at him as Lance placed a matching mug filled with coffee next to him, he didn’t need it like Lance did, but he thanked him anyway. Pidge’s work wasn’t always interesting to him, but it beat grading papers, and they could wait while Lance spent time catching up with the menace he never got tired of.
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