Beauty and the galra

~8~

"Oh Shiro, did you see him stand up to the master. I am telling you, this boy is the one." Coran sighs dreamily and leans onto Shiro as they're making the preparations for the dinner.

Shiro, in response, just rolls his eyes and continues on what he was doing.

"They must fall in love in order for us to be human again. And how can they fall in love when he stays in his room?" Coran says more to himself as he checks himself out in a mirror to make sure he looks presentable.

The sound of a kitchen chaos rings loudly throughout the entire wing of the castle. Shiro slightly cringes at the noise and glares over to where Coran was shouting encouragements to the other house hold appliances.

"Not so loud! The master will hear."

"Of course, of course, but what is dinner without a little music."

"Coran N-" before Shiro could say anything else, Coran hopped onto a dining cart and drove out into the glorious dining room where Lance was already sitting at a head of the table.

"There you are Señor." Coran presents as he steps onto the dining table and bows elegantly in front of Lance. Lance, in return, politely nodded towards the obnoxious candelabra.

His bright blue orbs held curiosity as the lime light came down to focus on Coran and other appliances started to make their entrance in the dining hall.

"It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure... that we welcome you tonight. We invite you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents your dinner!" Coran says as the lights begin to dim and the show is about to start.

"Be our guest, be our guest, Put our service to the test. Tie your napkin 'round your neck, Cherie And we'll provide the rest." Coran started to sing softly, before becoming more confident and started to sing a little more loudly.

"Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvre. Why we only live to serve. Try the grey stuff, it's delicious. Don't believe me? Ask the dishes." As Coran sang, the dishes and other items began to dance and sing along it the background.

Lance was smiling brightly because this is the first time he ever had dinner and a show. Well, granted, they were household objects instead of people, but who cares, not Lance.

"They can sing, they can dance After all, mister, this is Atlea. And a dinner here is never second best."

"Go on unfold your menu. Take a glance and then you'll Be our guest, oui, our guest Be our guest." Allura began to sing along with her candelabra friend. Both were 'dancing' and having a grand old time. Like they haven't been able to do this in years. Which was true.

"Ooh! Beef ragout Cheese souffl Pie and pudding en flamb. We'll prepare and serve with flair. A culinary cabaret. You're alone and you're scared, But the banquet's all prepared."

"No one's gloomy or complaining, While the flat ware's entertaining." Pidge chimes in after Coran sings. She was thinking 'what the heck. Whats the worst that can happen?' And just started to sing along.

"We tell jokes, I do tricks. With my fellow candlesticks, And it's all in perfect taste That you can bet." Coran sings as produces other candle sticks seemingly out of nowhere and they began to do acrobatic tricks.

"Come on and lift your glass, You've won your own free pass, To be our guest. If you're stressed, It's fine dining we suggest. Be our guest, Be our guest, be our guest."

"Life is so unnerving, For a servant who's not serving. He's not whole, Without a soul to wait upon. Ah, those good old days when we were useful Eh, Shiro? Suddenly those good old days are gone. Too long we've been rusting. Needing so much more than dusting. Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills. Most days we just lay around the castle." Coran sings in a melodramatic way while clinging on to Shiro. Shiro just huffed and began to lightly smile.

"Flabby, fat, and lazy, You walked in and whoops-a-daisy"

"It's a guest, it's a guest, Sakes alive, well, I'll be blessed. Wine's been poured ,and thank the Lord, I've had the napkins freshly pressed. With dessert, he'll want tea. And my dear, that's fine with me. While the cups do their soft-shoeing. I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing I'll get warm, piping hot Heaven's sakes, is that a spot?" Allura begins to sing once again doing her own thing.

"Clean it up, we want the company impressed. We've got a lot to do. Is it one lump or two? For you, our guest. he's our guest, Be our guest, be our guest." Shiro starts to sing along, quite surprising everyone in the room. Who knew he wasn't always a stick up.

"Our command is your request. It's been years since we've had anybody Here and we're obsessed. With your meal, With your ease. Yes indeed, we aim to please."
"While the candlelights still glowing, Let us help you, we'll keep going. Course by Course! One by one 'Til you shout, "Enough, I'm done!" Then we'll sing you off to sleep, As you digest." They all began to sing together. Somehow maintaining a beautiful melody and harmonizing together.

"Tonight you'll prop your feet up. But for now let's eat up. Be our guest, Be our guest, Please be our guest."

"Pudding?" Coran says while out of breath and clings onto the tray holding the pudding.

Lance grins at the candelabra and takes the little bowl of pudding.

"That was amazing. How did you guys even come up with that?" Lance says while happily eating away at his pudding and glancing up at the exhausted appliances.

"Thank you Señor, but a good musician never tells their secrets." Coran says while flashing a grin once he was able to catch his breath.

"Coran, it's a good Magician that never tells their secrets. Not a musician." Pidge says off to the side. She was probably the only one who wasn't out of breath.

"Shhhhh Pidge its fine~" Coran says while pressing a candle stick to Pidge's painted mouth. It didn't really do anything, but spread wax onto the porcelain cup.