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The problem with cooking with alien ingredients was that not everything could be a soaring success.
The proof of that was currently sitting in the kitchen, filled with water to make it easier to scrub out later.
Luckily, Hunk cooked big enough portions that there tended to be a good amount of leftovers for other meals, and they weren’t left with just food goo that night. It was a bit chaotic, as everyone picked out whatever they were in the mood for from the Altean-not-fridge. The exception was Shiro, because Hunk jammed a serving of that purple cheese-powder tasting not-fish into his hands. He was literally the only person on the ship who could stomach the taste, and there was plenty to go through. Shiro only laughed. After that, they sat down as normal for the meal.
But it was hard to relax and enjoy when Hunk knew what was waiting for him in the kitchen later. He knew not everything worked out, but it was a lot harder to accept that when it didn’t also involve some scorched pots and a sticky, stinky, blue goop that had taken ten minutes just to get off his hands.
Lance kept eyeing him all meal, too, and Hunk wasn’t sure what he was up to. It was definitely something. There was a look in his eye like he was going to try and convince Hunk to sneak out of the Garrison for the evening, or that he had some kind of ridiculous plan or another for getting a high score in the simulator.
But instead, Lance just nudged Pidge. “Hey, didn’t you have a project you wanted to talk about?”
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