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A cascading crash from upstairs rattled the kitchen windows. Lance glanced at the ceiling.
“Are they okay?”
“I think they’re fine. Arguing is like a love language for them.” Hunk set the ingredients he had collected on the counter. Lance nodded sagely and snagged a coffee mug from the cabinet above.
“Gotcha. What are they arguing about?”
“Ahh, dresses?” Hunk began to dish hummus into a shallow ceramic bowl.
The strangled squeaks above them indicated that Pidge had just jumped onto the bed to dodge her mother.
“Pidge wants to keep it simple. I’m not sure she wants to wear a dress at all.” he continued, swirling the top of the hummus with a spoon. Lance dug through the pantry til he found a sweetener. “Colleen was hoping she would at least try something on.” A heavy thump from above suggested a graceless dismount from the bed.
“So how are you picturing this going down?” Lance poured sugar into the bottom of the mug with casual attentiveness. A muffled snarl added to the ambiance.
“They’ll be fine. Pidge’ll try some stuff on but she isn’t going to wear anything Colleen brought today, that’s for sure.” Hunk poured a dash of cayenne pepper and olive oil onto the hummus.
“I meant with the wedding. Outfit preferences, formality?” he poured coffee with an elegant tilt of the carafe.
“Oh.” Hunk plated the tortilla chips he had made. “I’m dressing up. As far as Pidge goes? She agreed to marry me. She can wear cargo shorts and snakeskin boots if she wants.”
Lance took a moment to visualize that image. Then sipped his coffee with a grimace.
Both looked up as the ambient grumblings went silent. Clipped steps trailed from the room above to the guest room across from the stairs. The two men glanced at one another. Lance raised his brows and his mug once again.
A furious rustling tore from above them and down the stairs just beyond the kitchen. Pidge, chest deep in tulle, flumphed her way through the kitchen door. Both stepped back in unity. She appeared to be on the verge of inventing pyrokinesis.
“BEHOLD!” she declared, arms outspread. Hunk picked up the tray of hummus and chips.
“I’m beholding.” he replied.
“PIDGE!” Colleen bellowed. She bolted downstairs. “We haven’t adjusted it yet! He isn’t supposed to see you in that, its bad luck!”
“Oh No! OOPS! Guess we have to find something else!” She turned around. The skirt was so fluffy that it only twisted near her waist. Both Lance and Hunk maintained the soberest of expressions as she waded back up the stairs. Colleen looked as if she had aged seven years in the last half hour.
“Hummus?” Hunk proffered the tray. She stared at it for a long moment before grabbing a chip.