like a wildfire;

[spazzed]

Who: keith, shiro, lance, allura
What: catch-all for shenanigans during february
Where: casa voltron, possibly other places, who even knows
When: all month
Warnings: nothing just yet but will be updated as needed!

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[deadlining]

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.

[quintessent]

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?

[deadlining]

[ 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.

[quintessent]

[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?