"And Why's That?" Keith Asked, Looking Over His Shoulder With A Concerned Expression. His Brows Knitted

"And why's that?" Keith asked, looking over his shoulder with a concerned expression. His brows knitted together. He hoped he'd made the right decision in saving this kid - hell, how could he have made the wrong one, she was a kid.

"You know, I'm sure there's plenty of room in the Castle for one more. I'm sure everyone will love you. And you won't have to hide, I promise."

He tucked his legs up to his chest as they flew, relaxing if only for a moment.

Shiro busied himself in the kitchen again, getting everything as ready as possible before their guests arrived. He stifled a yawn as he removed the chicken from the oven and sat it on the stovetop.

The doorbell chimed, and Harro darted at the door from their charging port. "Guests here! Guests here!" It chimed, giggling artificially.

Shiro dried his hands and made his way to the door, stopping for a moment to check himself in the hall mirror and adjust his coat. He was in uniform for this, as it was the most formal thing - aside from the suit he'd worn for their wedding - he owned.

Keith sat up, shimmied off his shirt and squished himself out of their binder before pulling the shirt back on and tossing the constricting article of clothing onto the chair at the desk. He didn't care if Shiro saw him nude; wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last, and with the amount of alcohol in his system, care was thrown out the window a long time ago.

They scooted back against the wall and patted the bed. "You're welcome to lay with me, Taka. I don't bite, promise."

Keith crossed their arms, brows raising as they looked to the person standing off to their side. "You mean to tell me a shrimp fried that rice?!"

Keith nodded along politely, resting their chin on their folded knees. "It was pretty smooth," he started, adjusting the way he was sitting if only slightly to be more comfortable. "Coran was pretty insistent on playing Monsters & Mana when you guys got back. He said you'd probably really enjoy it. Not sure about that one, it sounded pretty...odd." Keith was being nice, of course, it had sounded like a terrible idea to him.

He unfolded and hopped up, moving to one of the wall panels and hitting a few buttons - out popped a cup and it was filled, albeit slowly, with steaming tea.

"Tea? I figured out a blend that doesn't taste like swamp!"

Sneaks by and pinches Keith's butt.

Keith squeaked, yes, squeaked, jumping slightly. "Taka--Shiro!!" He corrected quickly, before breaking into a laugh.