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Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.
Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.
Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.
Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.
Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.
Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.
His face decides to promptly combust.