The Half-Galra Anatomy (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Gustatory Cells

(A/N: Hello! I am back for a little. I just hope this is kinda comprehensible because writing this at 5 am after being awake for a full 24 hrs means I'm probably loopy. ANYWAY, if you made it here, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy! :D)

Chapter One

Gustatory Cells

I finish up the last few bites of surprisingly appetizing food goo on my plate. I'm getting used to the stuff, but I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Hunk's Earth-food enhancements to it are definitely helping, though.

Taking a sip of my chocolate milkshake, courtesy of Kaltenecker and Hunk's kitchen razzle dazzle, I glance around the long banquet table. Allura sits at the head (it is her castle, after all); Coran is at her left with the Blades and Slav on that side; Shiro is at her right with the other Paladins and myself across from our allies, although Allura still doesn't seem to see them as such. I find myself between Keith, who's picking at the fluorescent slime on his plate with a frown, vanilla milkshake untouched, and Hunk, who's got a whipped cream mustache from downing his strawberry milkshake to the halfway point in the glass.

"So what are Galra food customs like, Antok?" Hunk asks. "The only Galra food I've really tried was Vrepit Sal's at the Space Mall. We went not too long ago, and, honestly, they had a lot of potential, but there were some... reforms that made their food more appealing to customers. But is traditional Galra food actually like Vrepit Sal's or is that like the McDonald's of Galra food?"

"Uh... McDonald's?" The Blade's face oozes confusion. I assume that one is Antok.

"Oh! Sorry, fast food. McDonald's is, like, the biggest fast food franchise on Earth."

"Wait, it is?" Keith interjects.

I gape at him, my eyes as wide as the teludav. "Holy quiznak, Mullet, please don't tell me you haven't been to McDonald's."

"What?!" He narrows his eyes at me and crosses the sculpted arms hidden by his signature red, cropped jacket across his chest. "I assure you, I have been to McDonald's!"

"And that sounds like the tone of someone who can't bear to admit that I'm right~!" I sing. "How have you not been to McDonald's!" This was just great! One thing I have above Keith! (Aside from height, ha!)

He scowls. "I have been to McDonald's! I just didn't know they were the biggest fast food place."

"Sure you have, and sure you didn't," I snicker.

"What is it gonna take for you to quit being such an ass!"

"Keith!" Shiro scolds. "Language!"

He huffs. "And I had their chicken nuggets, a Big Mac, and a McFlurry once. Ask. Shiro."

An exasperated sigh pushes past our leader's lips. "Lance, he's been to McDonald's. I took him a few days after he got into the Garrison."

"Only once?!" I put my arm around his shoulders, grinning. "Dude, you have got to get out more."

He whacks my arm. "Well, there isn't exactly a McDonalds in the middle of nowhere!"

A quaint, wooden house with sheet-covered windows and cracked plaster walls surrounded by miles of sand flashed across my mind. Right. That was Keith's house.

"We're getting you some McDonald's when we get back to Earth," I say, grinning.

Mullet rolls his eyes at me.

His seemingly light-hearted comment from earlier distracts me from the ongoing cultural discussion Hunk is facilitating.

"You realize once we defeat Zarkon, the universe won't need Voltron anymore," Shiro pointed out, glancing at us.