In the tavern in the town, a crowd had entered the tavern, hoping to avoid the chilly cold air. Lotor sat in a chair in front of the large fireplace, a pout on his face.

"Who does he think he is? That boy has tangled with the wrong man," Lotor growled out as Varkon walked up with a tray in his hands, two cups of nunvill on the tray. "No one says 'no' to Lotor!"

"Darn right!" Varkon said as he stood beside the chair Lotor was currently occupying.

"Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated," Lotor grabbed the two cups of nunvill Varkon had and tossed them into the fire in anger. "Why, it's more than I can bear."

"More nunvill?" Varkon asked as he tossed the tray away.

"Nothing helps. I'm disgraced," Lotor said as he turned his chair away from the other male and sighed.

"Who, you? Never," Varkon said as he ran in front of Lotor and sliced his arms through the air. Lotor only rolled his eyes and turned his chair away once more. "Lotor, you've got to pull yourself together," Varkon said as he ran in front of Lotor once more, only for the man to turn his head away.

"Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Lotor

Looking so down in the dumps"

Lotor rolled his eyes and pushed the other male away. Varkon landed on a table where a group of men were drinking. Varkon sat up and looked towards Lotor.

"Every guy here'd love to be you, Lotor

Even when taking your lumps"

The group of men cheered and raised their cups to the depressed man slumped in the chair. Lotor only rolled his eyes and turned his chair back to the fireplace.

"There's no man in town as admired as you

You're everyone's favorite guy"

Varkon slipped his hand behind Lotor head and patted the male's head before squishing his cheeks.

"Everyone's awed and inspired by you

And it's not very hard to see why"

Varkon turned Lotor's chair back to face the crowd as Shay, Nyma, and Florona walked up and sat beside the man's chair. Their eyes locked onto Lotor who just closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

"No one's slick as Lotor

No one's quick as Lotor

No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Lotor"

Varkon sneaked up behind a man and unhooked his belt from his pants. The mans' wife burst out laughing when his pants fell to the ground. Varkon then hopped up to Lotor and tied the belt around his neck.

"For there's no man in town half as manly"

Lotor sighed and brought out a knife to cut the belt away. Once he did, he tossed it into the fire.

"Perfect, a pure paragon"

Varkon slipped away from Lotor and gestured to the painting above the fireplace that was a picture of Lotor hunting.

"Perfect, a pure paragon

You can ask any Josh, Steven, or Jeremy

And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be on"

At this point, the group of men that were sitting at the table started to join in singing.

"No one's been like Lotor

A kingpin like Lotor"

The crowd had begun to dance around in tune to the song.

No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Lotor"

Varkon walked up and tickled the bottom of Lotor's chin.

"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating," Lotor sang as he slowly started to go with the crowd.

"My, what a guy, that Lotor

The group toasted their cups and turned to the others in the tavern who had begun to become interested in what was happening.

"Give five "hurrahs!"

Give twelve "hip-hips!"

Lotor is the best

And the rest is all drips

No one fights like Lotor

Douses lights like Lotor

In a wrestling match nobody bites like Lotor"

Varkon smiled as he saw Lotor was already in a better mood than he had been before.

"For there's no one as burly and brawny"

Nyma, Shay, and Florona watched with smiles as they sat on a wooden bench.

"As you see, I've got biceps to spare"

The trio of girls fawned as Lotor flexed in front of them.

"Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny," Varkon added from behind the trio of girls.

"That's right," Lotor said with a smile. "And every last inch of my heads covered with hair," Lotor added as he flicked his ponytail with a wink of his eyes.

"No one hits like Lotor

Matches wits like Lotor"

Lotor had engaged himself in a game of chess with an elderly man. When the man won, Lotor tossed the board away, pieces flying everywhere.

"In a spitting match, nobody spits like Lotor"

The group watched as Varkon grabbed a pot and ran over to the bar and stood on top of the counter.

"I'm especially good at expectorating"

Lotor then spit and the tavern watched as his spit landed on the pot Varkon was holding.

"Ten points for Lotor!"

A group of men held up judge card which read the number ten.

"When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs

Every morning to help me get large"

Lotor juggled a bowl of eggs in the air and swallowed the eggs whole.

"And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs

So I'm roughly the size of a barge"

Varkon tried to juggle eggs as well but ended up failing. The eggs ended up landing on a group of drinkers heads, and they weren't too happy about eggs being broken on their heads.

"No one shoots like Lotor

Makes those beauts like Lotor"

Lotor grabbed his hunting gun and shot four shots into the barrel of nunvill on the counter. The men grabbed their cups and refilled with the nunvill.

"Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Lotor"

The group watched as Lotor walked back to the fireplace.

" I use antlers in all of my decorating"

The group looked up as the wall was decorated with the many antlers of animals that Lotor had hunted over the years.

"My, what a guy

Lotor!"

"Help! Someone help me!" Coran yelled as he entered the tavern. The room falling silent in surprise.

"Coran?" the bartender asked in surprise.

"Please! Please, I need your help!" Coran exclaimed as he ran up to the bartender. "He's got him. He's got him locked in the dungeon."

"Who?" Varkon asked in confusion.

"Keith. We must go. Not a minute to lose!" Coran said frantically.

"Whoa! Slow down, Coran. Who's got Keith locked in a dungeon?" Lotor asked as he decided to step in.

"A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!" Coran exclaimed as he ran up to Lotor. The crowd was silent for a moment before they burst out laughing.

"Is it a big beast?" someone asked with a mocking smile.

"Huge!" Coran answered.

"With a long, ugly snout?" someone else asked, using a cup to enlarge their mouth.

"Hideously ugly!" Coran said as he backed up a few feet.

"And sharp, cruel fangs?" another asked from behind Coran.

"Yes, yes. Will you help me?" Coran asked as he turned to Lotor.

"All right, old man. We'll help you out," Lotor said as he snapped his fingers and watched as his men dragged Coran to the door and kicked him out.

"Crazy old Coran," one of Lotor's men said as they walked back inside.

"He's always good for a laugh!" another said with a chuckle.

"Crazy old Coran, hmm? Crazy old Coran," Lotor could feel a plan forming in his mind. Lotor turned to Varkon with a smile. "Varkon, I'm afraid I've been thinking."

"A dangerous pastime-"

"I know," Lotor sang with a sigh.

"Go on," Varkon added as he walked up beside Lotor.

"But that wacky old coot is Keith's uncle

And his sanity's only so-so"

Varkon nodded, not really seeing where Lotor was going with this.

"Now the wheels in my head have been turning

Since I looked at that loony old man

See, I promised myself I'd be married to Keith

And right now I'm evolving a plan"

The tavern turned to face the pair as Lotor stood up out of his chair. The pair started to whisper to one another, the crowd leaned in to hear but was only able to hear small pieces.

"If I..."

"Yes?"

"Then I..."

"No, would he?"

"...GUESS!"

"Now I get it!" Varkon exclaimed with a smile.

"Let's go!" the pair exclaimed as they started to dance around the tavern, smiles on their faces.

"No one plots like Lotor"

The tavern smiled as the pair danced around, wondering what exactly their plan was.

"Takes cheap shots like Lotor"

Lotor spun past a group of men who watched in confused smiles as he did so.

"Likes to persecute harmless crackpots like Lotor"

The crowd got the hint and joined in once more in song.

"For his marriage we soon will be celebrating

My, what a guy

Lotor!"

Keith had just started to calm down when a knock at the door came.

"Who is it?" Keith asked softly as he wiped his tears away.

"It's Hunk," a voice called out as the door was unlocked and opened. "I thought you might like a spot of tea," Keith glanced down as a teapot and two teacups bounced in.

"But you...ah...but...I-" Keith backed up in surprise and ended up bumping into the wardrobe.

"Oof. Careful!" the wardrobe said with a small smile.

"This is impossible," Keith said as he backed away from the wardrobe and sat in the bed.

"I know it is, but here we are!" the wardrobe said with a smile. "I'm Allura by the way."

"Told ya he was handsome didn't I?" Matt said as Hunk poured tea into him and sugar and cream were also poured in.

"All right, Matt. That'll do," Pidge said as Matt bounced over to Keith who had slipped onto the ground.

"Thank you," Keith said with a small smile as he picked Matt up and was about to take a sip when Matt's voice stopped him.

"Wanna see me do a trick?" Matt called out as he took a deep breath and started blowing bubbles in the tea.

"Matt!" Pidge and Hunk scolded making the other stop.

"Oops," Matt said with a small smile. "Sorry."

"That was a very brave thing you did, you know," Pidge said from beside Hunk.

"We all think so," Allura added with a soft smile.

"But I've lost my uncle, my dreams, everything," Keith said with a sad sigh.

"Cheer up, there. It'll turn out all right in the end. You'll see," Hunk said with a kind smile. "Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table."

"Bye now," Matt said as he followed Hunk and Pidge out of the room, leaving Keith with Allura.

"Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner?" Allura asked as Keith stood up and took off his cloak. "Let's see what I've got in my drawers."

"Right, dinner," Keith mumbled with a sigh. He had forgotten that Shiro had "invited" him to dinner that evening. Allura opened her doors and looked through before pulling out a black suit.

"Ah! There, you'll look ravishing in this one!" Allura "held" it out and Keith shook his head softly.

"That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner," Keith said as he hung the suit back up and closed the door.

"Oh, but you must!" Allura said with wide eyes, knowing how Shiro would react to Keith not going. The pair turned as Kolivan walked in. "Kolivan!" Allura exclaimed, not expecting the clock this early.

"Dinner...is served."