Setting: The Castle of Lions orbiting a quiet, peaceful moon. No missions, no Galra — just a full day off.
Everyone had split up for their own mini-vacations around the castle:
Shiro had retreated to the meditation chamber, trying to realign his “inner space dad.”
Keith had gone off to spar with holograms for "fun" (of course).
Lance was in his room with a face mask on, blasting Altean pop music and pretending he wasn’t vibing.
Allura and Coran were testing some weird glowing space tea that may or may not be sentient.
Meanwhile…
🌿 Pidge and Hunk’s Chill Sesh:
Pidge had found a stash of weird space plants in the greenhouse. Naturally, being the most curious (and chaotic), she scanned it. It had similar chemical properties to Cannabis sativa. She looked at Hunk with a smirk.
Pidge: “So… science says this might get us blitzed. For research?”
Hunk: “Pidge. You’re a genius. But if I’m gonna get high, I’m making snacks first.”
Cue the two of them setting up camp in the castle's observation deck with a tray of galra-glazed munchies, a couple of bottles of strong space beer Hunk had been saving, and a DIY alien joint Pidge rolled with surgical precision.
🍃 A Few Hours Later...
Hunk was lying on his back, gazing at the stars, whispering about how beautiful math is.
Pidge was giggling at her own fingers like they were little aliens. She had disassembled a broken robot and tried to give it "vibes."
They both laughed for five minutes straight when Pidge accidentally called her laptop “mom.”
Hunk: “Yo... what if the castle is alive and it’s watching us right now.”
Pidge: “Dude… don’t say that, she hears EVERYTHING.”
Cue both of them diving behind a couch dramatically.
Eventually, Lance wandered in, wrinkling his nose.
Lance: “Okay... who hotboxed the observation deck?!”
Pidge (laughing): “For science, Lance. For science.”
Vibe Summary:
Pidge: Curious chaos goblin, experimenting with space weed, giggling and tinkering with stoner focus.
Hunk: Chill king, laughing at everything, snacks on point, emotional about the stars.
The others: Avoiding them once the smell spread. Keith locked himself in the training room.