"Okay, so we've got the classic chocolate chip, chocolate chunk, chocolate chocolate chip, sugar, snickerdoodle, oatmeal, peanut butter, creme brulee, no bakes, and of course, peanut butter chocolate chip." Lance proclaimed, waving an arm out towards the counter where what looked like hundreds of cookies lay.

"Sweet cheese and crackers," Hunk muttered, turning from where he was staring in shock at the cookies to Lance. "What happened?"

"Well~," Lance drawled with a smirk, slinking into the kitchen and grabbing one of the chocolate chip cookies, "When you got put into the cryopod, Keith kinda flipped out and started working himself to the bone in the training room. I guess Shiro found out and tried to convince Keith to stop, but when he didn't, he had Allura change the lock code on the door so Keith couldn't get in. Apparently when the option to punch his feelings out is gone, Keith turns to stress baking. Who knew?"

"Keith made...all of this?"

"Yeah! There was actually like, a four layer chocolate cake with some kind of raspberry filling too, but Shiro completely took that thing for himself. Oh, and a thing of chocolate chunk brownies, but Pidge and I devoured those."

Hunk found his brain short circuiting at the thought of all the time Keith must've spent in the kitchen to make so many sweets, and without much thought, he reached out, grabbed a chocolate chip cookie, took a bite, and had his mind completely blown.

"Holy shit," he whispered, blinking down at the cookie in his hand before taking another bite, "Holy. Shit."

"I know right? No hate man, but I think his cookies might be a little better than yours." Lance grinned, grabbing a snickerdoodle this time.

"No think, these cookies are definitely better than mine." Hunk muttered, finishing his cookie and looking around to decide which one to try next.

Before he could actually decide, stuck between the no bakes or peanut butter chocolate chips, Keith walked in, hair tied back in a ponytail and a towel thrown across his shoulders.

"What's going on?" He asked, looking between Hunk, Lance, and the cookies still sitting on the counter.

"Keith, Keith," Hunk spoke, stepping forward and placing his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders, "Why didn't you tell us that you could bake like this?"

Raising an eyebrow, Keith turned to Lance for a moment before looking back at where Hunk was staring at him as if he'd just announced that the galaxy was free, Zarkon was dead, and they were heading home.

"Because it's not a big deal? I was stressed, I rushed through a bunch of cookies, and then I went and took a shower."

"Keith. These cookies are 100% worth me dying."

Behind him, Lance let out a hiss and what sounded like a whisper of 'too soon'. Turning to look at him over his shoulder, Hunk winced.

"Too soon?"

"Definitely."

In front of him, Keith had gone from looking mildly confused to incredibly upset.

"If that's what you think, I'll make sure not to make them again, just so you don't get any ideas." He spoke, stepping back from Hunk and turning to leave the room.

Blinking in shock, Hunk turned to Lance, who only shook his head at him, grabbed another cookie, and left the same way Keith had. Looking between the cookies and the door Keith had left from, Hunk hurriedly snatched up two of the chocolate chunk ones and raced out the door to find Keith.

"Keith! Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! Please don't deprive us all of your wonderful baking just because it's so good it makes me say stupid things! Keith? Keith please!"