person at the garrison: who are those three over there?
person number two : them? oh, they’re kind of like the garrison’s very own golden trio. all of them are scary smart.
person number three: pidge is a complete tech wizard, and i’ve heard that hunk once made a robot using only a magnet, a cracker, some toothpaste and his left sock.
person number two: lance is a different kind of smart, but don’t let his flirty attitude fool you. that dude is a wicked strategist, and can think incredibly fast in tense situations.
person number one: oh wow. they sound pretty intimidating.
person number three: yeah. i’d probably be terrified if i had to hold a conversation with them.
meanwhile, at the garrison trio table
hunk, who has been staring at his peas in a trance-like state for the past ten minutes: do you guys ever think about how peanuts are just nutty peas? i mean, they basically have the same…hardware structure?
pidge, mumbling to herself: peanut hardware. peaware. hardnut. nut hard.
lance, laughing so much that the water he previously drank comes out of his nose: ohmygod you said nutty, pidge he said nutty and i’m dying-
they stopped six feet from the tide and she made him repeat every promise she’d ever dragged out of him: don’t look back, don’t slow down, and don’t trust anyone. be anyone but himself, and never be anyone for too long.
by the time neil understood she was saying goodbye, it was too late.