hadriel_logs | like a wildfire;

[Space wars are becoming just an every day part of life for Allura — more familiar by now than her life as a princess on Altea. But she never gave up hope of a peaceful future, (although the question of where she fit into that peaceful future remained unanswered) and hoped to someday live beyond the shadow of the war with the Galra.]

[Perhaps she got her wish.]

Not at all. [She shakes her head earnestly, following Shiro around the living room, a few objects tucked under one arm as she helped in the cleaning effort,] At least here there is proper bedding.

[...Thanks to Lance. She feels guilty that one of them felt compelled to give up their room for her sake and as much as she insisted otherwise, there was no talking Lance out of it once he got it in his head. But she was grateful, because as much as she didn't feel like she should get any special treatment, she couldn't deny her preference for having a space to herself — less about needing to be alone and more about the inherent awkwardness of co-ed living.]

And without Coran's snoring, I may finally be able to sleep, [It was meant to be a joke, but it makes her realize this is the first time she's been without him since before she met the others. She clears her throat, moving to help Shiro,]

Here, allow me, [It looks a little awkward for him one-handed so she she offers both of her own to help haul the thing off of the ground.]

It's... [Ah,] may I ask why do we have one of these in the first place?

Ah, thank you.

[ Yeah, the tusk is a bit too long to comfortably carry with only one point for gripping. Shiro really wants it gone from the ultimate Tripping Hazard Zone though. ]

And they're for Cosmo. Giving him his own things to chew on makes him leave the furniture alone. [ ... ] Keith got them in the mammoth stampede two months ago, I assume.

[ .......... ]

I also heard something about Keith and Lance pulling dragon teeth last month, so we might be dealing with a trend here that requires intervention.

[Luckily, between the two of them and their three hands, the only struggle in carrying the giant tusk is figuring out which way to go with it.]

I see.

[Said in a tone that implies that maybe a few things in that sentence might need a little extra time to process. Mammoth stampede, pulling dragon teeth, Cosmo chew toys (and she couldn't help but wonder if it was Cosmo who had left the couch looking like someone had gone at it with a knife.) There's a lot going on there.

Actually-]

May I ask... what is a dragons? Lance mentioned them before as well.

[Altea may have mice and lions, but Dragon folklore tended to be a little more Earth centric that it doesn't immediately bring anything to mind. Lance had made it sound like something fearsome before,]

[ Dragons... Once upon a time, Shiro would have started this conversation with the important disclaimer that dragons aren't real, but that's obviously not the case anymore. The universe is full of infinite possibilities and it is a wonderful thing, surely. ]

Dragons are large flying reptiles that sometimes breathe fire. There's claims that they like to hold gold. Earth has a lot of legends about them, but they're not actually thought to be real.

[ He directs their tusk effort towards the wall that separates living room and bathroom as he speaks. That seems to be the only place where it wouldn't instantly end up in the way of a door. ]

Here, they're very real and tried to roast Lance and myself as we arrived.

[Allura might suggest that the tusk go somewhere outside of the house but she remembers well enough the way Cosmo mouthed on everything in her cargo hold (and suspects Cosmo to be the perpetrator of the mysterious bite marks she'd found on her bed here), and perhaps giving up some floor space is worth it for Cosmo's sake. Once it's set down, she straightens, eyes turning toward the wall adjacent — where there were sketches with words scrawled on and around them. Keith's work, if their time spent in Bob's presence was anything to go off of.

She peers around for something that matched Shiro's description, but. Uh. Hm. She has no room to talk when it comes to artistic ability, but the closest she can come is identifying which creatures have wings.]

...And for what purpose are Lance and Keith collecting their teeth?

[More chew toys for Cosmo?]

Bragging rights, I assume.

[ Shiro shrugs a little. Though it feels like a lifetime ago, he can't deny that his own young adult self would have loved to put such a souvenir of a great adventure up on his trophy shelf. (Because having an actual trophy shelf is a normal and humble thing to have if it's in the privacy of your living room. Probably.) ]

Proof they defeated this mystical creature. Though in their defense they also took some meat for eating, so they were already removing body parts anyway.

It’s a good thing they didn’t want to take souvenirs from the robeasts we’ve defeated. I’m not sure if the castle-ship would have had room.

[Said with good humor, although she still doesn’t fully understand the appeal. Sometimes Allura must come to terms with the fact that the minds and motivations of her friends can be a mystery. Besides, now she’s a lot more worried about that second statement than the idea of the boys harvesting dragon teeth for fun, and she can’t help but blanche a little,]

It- [Don’t be weird about human food Allura, don’t do it,] Do we often eat dragon meat here?

[ Well, her question is certainly a legitimate one and Shiro can't say he wouldn't have asked the same thing in her position. ]

Dragons are not a common resource in Hadriel and the ones that came in with us have all perished by now, so... no.

[ Then again he's also not the one who has been feeding them god-knows-what for months, so... ]

Though we do still have some frozen leftovers, if you want to try Princess.

[There's a long pause, but even as she goes to shake her head, she is immediately betrayed by a growl of her stomach. And it's loud. Making her eyes go the size of saucers and her face a slight shade of red, as she claps a hand over her mouth. But it does nothing to hide the growl of her traitorous stomach.]

It has been some time since I last ate... [She's fiddling with the little strand of hair near her ears, not quite ready to commit. Because the image she'd cooked up of the dragon and the image of a cooked up dragon wasn't quite matching up. (To think, the day she'd miss the comfort of food goo.) If only Hunk were here.

But. She could trust Shiro. Right? He wouldn't lead her astray.]

Is it... good?

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