My friend got into Voltron recently (about two weeks ago...). I'm still having a few problems with writer's block, so I'm hoping this is better than I'm thinking it is. There will probably be OOCness.
The idea for this originally came from one of Kimiko Heroux's tumblr account (Kimikoheroux).
It had been peaceful that morning, until they heard Lance yelling in pain from the kitchen.
"What happened?!"
Lance was blowing on his fingers, "It burned my hands!" Or at least that's what they thought he said. It sounded as if his tongue was burned.
"…Did you burn yourself with a Pop-Tart again?" Keith asked.
"I told Shiro. He just shook his head and walked away."
"We told you not to do that," Hunk said, "Are those mine?"
Lance waved him off, "You worry too much." Behind him more Pop-Tarts popped out of the toaster.
"Maybe you should wait a bit," Pidge said.
"Fine, I will." And so he waited. For an exact total of five seconds.
Keith sighed and walked away. Pidge looked around, "Rover? Where'd you go?" She wondered off.
Hunk glanced back at Lance, "Wait until the last one cools off." He left, leaving Lance alone.
Lance stared at the Pop-Tart. … … … …That was long enough. The strawberry ones didn't heat up as much, right?