Laura glanced at Hasher, his face buried in his hands, then she glanced inquiringly at the two grownups.

"What'd I say?" She asked, looking at their furious faces.

"Zarkon." Krolia said in a low voice, her face shaped into a glare. "Is a very touchy subject for us Galra. It reminds us of the hundreds upon thousands of planets that fell at our fingertips for ten thousand years, just because we were greedy."

Mr. Kogane rose to his feet, glaring at her. "Zarkon nearly triumphed in his quest for power, until rebels and the Blade of Marmora banded together and defeated him, his son, and heir."

"What of Honerva?" Laura retorted, crossing her arms. "I don't need to study history to know that all the rebels fail to capture her. I don't even need to listen to fairy tails or nursery rhymes to know that not even the make-believe stories with Voltron to know that they don't all have happy endings."

"Actually, Voltron could possibly be real. Most grownups have seen it…" Hasher mumbled, knowing this wasn't the best time.

"Oh? Where's your photographic proof, then? Voltron was just a story made-up to explain why Earth was saved within a few measly quintents."

"There hasn't been any photographic proof because of the traumatic experience of being captured by the Galra!" Mr. Kogane growled. "Actually, I have seek pictures put on the Internet, but the government has taken them down."

"Aha! Why did the government take them down?" Laura grinned, crossing her arms. "Therefore it didn't happen."

"The government took down all evidence of 9/11." Krolia pointed out, frowning. "And that really happened."

Laura rolled her eyes. "That occurred more then three-hundred years ago. It doesn't count. I'm talking about NOW."

"The government hides many things from us." Mr. Kogane murmured, shaking his head. "All we have are things we've seen with our own eyes."

"I heard that the Galaxy Garrison is working on recreating Voltron, because the old one vanished with its Paladins!" Hasher chimed in, doing his best to change off the subject.

"But the government canceled the project." Krolia reminded her grandson.

"Boom! They're hiding something." Keith smiled. "Voltron is real."

Laura just snorted in response, picking at her food. "I don't believe it."

"Why?" Keith grunted. "Didn't your parents ever watch the news when they were younger?"

"I'll have you know nowadays, they ARE the news. And yeah, they say it might be real, but they're letting my brother and I decided what we think. And I think it's fake."

"What does your brother think?" Asked Krolia curiously.

"Real." Laura rolled her eyes for the second time in as many minutes.

"So he's smart." Keith grunted.

"No!" Laura protested. "He's an idiot. He literally has lost five of his fingers. One from using a blender on mashed-potatoes, one from a laser gun that he shouldn't have been messing with, one from a science experiment he probably shouldn't have been touching, and two from a squirrel attack. He also lost a toe because a daddy longlegs bit him, and he thought he was poisoned, so he amputated himself."

"Wow. Your brother is an idiot." Hasher mumbled. "If I were you, I'd be thankful that you guys never hang out."

"Those are big words coming from you." Laura sniffed. "You know, because-"

"Yeesh! Okay, I get it!" Hasher hissed. "Never mind!" He grumbled, leaning on his fist as he finished up his fish.

Laura snorted, stuffing the last mouthful of spaghetti into her mouth.

"Okay. Ready to go, Laura?" Hasher asking, standing up.

"Yeah. Let's go." Laura stood up, following Hasher out the door.

"I'm sorry." Hasher told her, climbing onto his speeder. "I didn't realize Gram-gram was going to be here tonight. Dad acts big and tough around her because he's trying to live up to her. And…I should've told you not to mention Zarkon. He, and his son, have killed off a lot of my family."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's not your fault. You didn't know." Hasher sighed. "Anyway, let's take you home."