"Pidge?" Lance said suddenly, "you never told us about your first kiss."
"Oh, yeah. That," Pidge answered easily, "my friend Jenny's sleepover party for her twelfth birthday, a bunch of the other girls decided we all had to 'practice' kissing... on each other. First one to kiss me was Alison Berkawitz. Girls are weird sometimes. Seriously."
"I have one," Hunk said, "you guys ever want to get married? Maybe have kids? Not SOON, obviously, but like, someday?"
"Not me," Pidge answered, "I am pretty happy with the family I have now. I don't really have any interest in pairing off with anyone... and I do NOT want to raise kids. I MIGHT, maybe, possibly, grow a baby for Matt if he needs me to, but even that's a stretch. Not the life for me."
"I want kids someday," Lance said, "I love kids. My niece and nephew are the cutest things ever! I love being part of a big family. I want like four kids at least, and I definitely want to get married some day. I'm not sure what that would look like for me, but I definitely want the whole commitment and kids deal."/
"Me, too," Hunk sighed, "I want two kids, a boy and a girl. I even have names picked out. Manaia for a boy, and Arihi for a girl."
"Those are pretty names," Pidge said, "you guys will be adorable Dads someday. What about you, Keith?"
"I am definitely going to have kids," he answered with a certainty that surprised them. "At least three, maybe more- depends on how old they are when I get them."
"They are generally zero days old when you get them, Keith," Lance laughed.
"Not always," Keith countered, "not if you adopt orphans."
"Yeah, that makes sense," Pidge answered.
"You don't want kids of your own?" Lance asked.
"If I adopt them, they're my own kids, Lance, that's how that works."
"Well, OBVIOUSLY," Lance responded, indignant, "you know what I meant!"
"I don't think I'll have genetic kids, no," Keith answered, "it's not something I NEED and it's not like I am going to accidentally get my girlfriend pregnant or something."
"Dude- we are in space. Trust me when I tell you things are nowhere near as simple as sex ed class at the Garrison made it seem!"
"He would know," chuckled Hunk, "he just keeps finding new things to 'complicate' matters."
"You are so cursed," giggled Pidge.
"Quiznak- here we go again," groaned Lance. "Screw this, I'm getting another drink. Who wants a top up?"
"I'm good," answered Hunk.
"Same," replied Pidge.
"I could use another," answered Keith, peering into his empty glass. "I have one! What is your BEST memory?"
Lance rolled off his pillow and crawled over to the vodka and juice, collecting Keith's glass along the way. He caught his tongue between his teeth as he eyeballed the drinks in the dim light
"Veto," said Hunk. "No offense guys, but I am keeping that one to myself."
"Fair enough," answered Pidge, "mine is probably... the last Christmas before the Kerberos mission. It was just such a nice Christmas. I think about it all the time."
Holding the two glasses aloft, Lance scooted over to Keith on his knees, handing over a glass, "mine is... umm..." He dropped down onto the big pillow with Keith, "oh! I know! When I became an uncle. The very first time I held my niece. She was so tiny, and sweet... I didn't even care that she was still all gunky. She was like, mayyybe an hour old. Chica preciosa."
"Drunnnnnk, Lance,"sing-songed Pidge, "leaking Spanish again."
"I think it is sweet," Hunk defended his friend, "being an uncle is the best."
"What about you?" Lance asked Keith, leaning against him a bit, "what's your best memory?"
"My fifth birthday," he answered easily. "My dad took me on a road trip to this big fair. We stayed in a hotel with a pool, and he went on the rollercoaster with me over and over and over. Then we went to this outdoor movie and ate popcorn and candy apples. It was awesome."
"Sounds it," Lance said, clinking glasses with him, "and I think you are going to be a great Dad someday. Lil'bit intense, but that's not bad. Don'wanna be a pushover, after all."
"Man," Pidge said, "I would've loved a day like that when I was a kid."
"I love everything about that except the rollercoasters," Hunk laughed.
"I think it is cute," Lance giggled, "just picture it- tiny little Keith, with his tiny little mullet and fingerless gloves, eating candy apples and screaming his head off on a rollercoaster. "
"Thanks?" Keith said, eyeing Lance dubiously.
"You're welcome, buddy," Lance replied, patting him on the knee affectionately. "I have one! Who is your biggest role model?"
"Ugh- I have so many," Pidge groaned, "I can't pick just one! There's Turing, and Edison, and Tesla, and my brother and my dad, and Shiro, and Allura... just so many."
"Mine is my great-grandfather," answered Hunk. "His family lost everything when he was a kid, but he worked his butt off and rebuilt a good life, not just for him- but for all his siblings, and his parents, too."
"Shiro, and my abuela," Lance answered, "Shiro's like my professional hero, but my abuela? If I can be half as happy and kind and loved as she is, it will be a good life."
"My dad," Keith said softly, "he dedicated his life to keeping people safe. He was a good man. I want to be someone he would be proud of."
"You keep the universe safe," Hunk said through a yawn, "I think you've got that down."
