"I cannot thank you enough for this, Pidge." Allura said. She looked at the mirror of her vanity, watching the Green Paladin worked methodically on her hair. Her slim fingers running through her white hair as she separated a few thick strands at the side and braided them. The mice were assisting her – holding up the comb and Allura's hair and handing out bobby pins at her request. The quintuplet has already braided three separate braids – two supposedly running down on both sides of her head.

Pidge hummed approvingly as she gently pulled the braid halfway to see if it's still tight. "'It's fine." She said. "Consider this as our bonding moment but don't get used to it." She took the small band that Platt was offering and tied it to secure the finished braid. After that, she gathered all four and tied them together. "I will not be doing this again anytime soon, so enjoy it while it lasts."

Allura couldn't help but chuckle. "I will." She watched Pidge moved around her and picked the box she brought with her on the bed. "Though, I was wondering what changed your mind, Pidge. You were the only one against in attending the ball."

The younger girl set the box on the vanity and slid the lid off. "Let's just say that some adorable mice reminded me that my family is not just the one I left on Earth and the ones that I'm searching for." She gingerly pulled a bundled cloth the size of her palm. She peeled the fabric off and presented her find. Allura could only gasp in awe. It was a golden hair comb. The top was a mosaic of an array of blue, green, gold, and black and arranged in what seemed to be bird of some kind. Pidge handed it to Allura who cradled it as if it was a baby on her palms.

"It is beautiful…"

Pidge grinned. "I made it in between fixing up your clothes. The design came from a male peacock, a beautiful and regal bird in Earth. Peacocks are known to symbolize royalty and spirituality and are called the queen of the birds. I thought it suits you the best so I made it as a reference for your outfit."

Allura fumbled for words. "I…I got nothing to say, Pidge."

"You don't have to." She said as she walked back behind her and began gathering her hair together. "You know, I thought that I'm just tolerating all of you out of duty as a Paladin of Voltron. I never had any real friends in Earth. The ones I only have are my family. My classmates always bullied me for being a nerd. "he began twisting her hair into one, long rope. "Then, you guys suddenly came along. A small, dysfunctional group made up of a romantic failure, a big softie with motion sickness, an emo with a mullet, a sudden Space Dad, an alien Pringles man, and a bossy alien Zelda. All supposed to be the hope of the universe."

Allura blinked at her in confusion. "What's a Zelda and am I really bossy?"

"Pretty much." Pidge deadpanned as she pushed the ends of her hair inwards, thinking over to leave Zelda a mystery to the princess. Allura reddened in shame. "Don't worry. You've improved lately. I'd say you graduated from bossy to a kickass royal big sister. But don't get that in your head."

Allura gaped at her. "You…you think of me as a big sister?"

"Don't you dare cry, Princess." Pidge warned. "I'm not doing your makeup again. And yes, you heard me right. I'm not going to repeat that twice." She shrugged. "My point is…you guys are family too. Dysfunctional and weird, yeah, but still family. Space Family, if you want." Pidge finished inserting the rest of Allura's hair in and popped in a few bobby pins to secure the loose ends. She reached for the hair comb that Allura gave with trembling hands. It slid down effortlessly in her hair and stepped back to admire her work. "We're done!" Pidge said proudly. "What do you think?"

Whatever answer that left Allura's mouth was drown in a hug that fiercely engulfed the smaller girl. Damn, Alteans are strong! Pidge took it as a positive sign and patted the princess on the back. When Allura finally pulled out, Pidge chuckled despite the sore limbs. "Wait until you see the dress." She grinned.

Hunk has to give it to Pidge. She caught them off guard. And really good too.

For one, she got their sizes right without actually asking to get their sizes. Hunk's fitted snuggly on his body, not too tight but not too loose. It was a grey suit like those in Earth, partnered with a grey bowtie and yellow polo shirt as accent based from his position as the Yellow Paladin. Pidge didn't pass the chance of using a bit of Altean flair and Voltron-themed designs. All of them have a Voltron-themed brooch pinned on their right chest and cufflinks that were etched with the symbol of Voltron. The fabric of the suit slightly shimmered in earthen-patterns when directly hit with light. A yellow handkerchief was folded in his breast pocket with a single bloom of juniberry flower. From where Pidge got it, that's anyone's guess.

Lance got a blue suit that shimmers in wave-like patterns. A blue bowtie complements his white polo shirt. He had his suit open rather than buttoned up, and just like the rest of them, he too has a blue handkerchief in his breast pocket with a single juniberry flower. Keith got a black suit partnered with a black polo shirt. His necktie, however, was his signature red. His suit shimmered in flame-like patterns and buttoned up to the middle with a red handkerchief. Shiro's suit was black with swirling patterns and pointed dots that looked like stars if you looked closely. His polo shirt was deep purple and his necktie is black. A purple handkerchief was folded in his breast pocket with a single juniberry flower that complimented his accents well.

Coran has the more surprising attire yet. Instead of an Earth suit, Pidge opted for the Altean to wear proper Altean attire. She must have done her extensive research well that Hunk did a double-take at the usually goofy alien. He looked more like a royal advisor than he has ever seen of him. It was a generally light-blue attire with golden ropes running over his chest from the white cape falling down his right shoulder. He too, has the same cufflinks but the brooch was located on his left chest. The ends of his sleeves were gold that ran up to the edge of arms. His clothes shimmered in patterns that resembled a juniberry flower.

Just when, any of them thought it couldn't get any better. Allura stepped in the lounge where they were waiting. Everyone sucked in a breath at the sight of the princess. She was wearing a deep blue, tailed dress that glittered against the light. Peacock-like feathers flowed from her shoulders and down to her front, resembling a letter V. Her arms were bare except for the golden armbands on her upper arms. A carefully arranged feathered layer of skirt trailed behind her like the bird's tail. Her dangling earrings were smaller feathers with edges dipped in gold. Her hair was pinned in a braided chignon with three feathers jutting out at the right side. She retained her circlet on her forehead.

If Lance could get any redder, he would probably combust. "Allura…you looked…"

"Just like your mother, Queen Melenor!" Coran bursted out awe. "You looked like a queen! This is…" He wiped off his tears. "Oh, if King Alfor would see you now, he would be proud to see his only daughter all grown up."

Allura chuckled good-naturedly. "Thank you everyone but this is not my doing. It's Pidge and the mice. They're the ones who did this." She gestured to all of her. "All of it."

Lance shook out of his mesmerized trance. "Wait. WHAT?" He looked more offended than shocked. "You said Pidge did that? Our Pidge? You gotta be kidding-OWWW!" Lance stumbled backward after a small, round object zeroed on his face.

"Say that again on my face, you lovesick Romeo!" Pidge was standing by the doors. A comb, a few towels, and a couple of the same circular object that she has thrown at Lance in her arms. She's in her casual clothes with the mice cheering on her shoulders.

"Not the face, Pidge!" Lance complained as he rubbed his nose. "Don't damage the goods. It's my bestselling asset."

Pidge joined them by the sofa with a scoff. "Oh, please! As if they actually have any use." She dropped the items on the table and pointed at Hunk. "Hunk, you go first."

Hunk looked a bit nervous. "Uh...for what?"

Pidge raised the circular object with one hand. "I'm gonna do your hair. You're not gonna go there with your hair like that, right?"

Hunk deliberated for a moment but with Pidge glaring at him like that, he decided to admit defeat. He plopped down on the sofa and let Pidge do her magic.

"Since when do you know how to style a guy's hair?" Keith asked as he circled behind Hunk.

"Matt and the Garrison days." Pidge popped open the lid of the circular object and scooped up some gel-like substance. She began smothering Hunk's hair with it. Hunk realized that it was actually hair gel. Earth-based hair gel. "The first time I did it was to help Matt prepare for junior prom. God knows he has one of the most terrible fashion sense whenever he's aware of having to dress up to impress. As for while I am in the Garrison, I have to look convincing as a boy. Simply cutting my hair is not enough. I have to up my game. I never do things halfway."

Wiping her hands off with a towel, she picked up the comb and began piling up his hair in one direction. She regarded Hunk. "Good thing you left your bandana or else, I have to take it off you, Hunk."

"I think it's not really appropriate for the clothes."

Pidge nodded approvingly. It was a quick work and before Hunk knew it, Pidge was already done with his hair. She was quite deft in her hands, given at how smooth and swift she worked behind the screen. Shiro was next, given he's more willing to comply with the whims of youngest Paladin. Keith was reluctant at first but Pidge was prepared. With a pout that she knew all the other residents have the weakness for when it comes to her, she got the Red Paladin sitting on the sofa with her hovering above his head. Lance was a bit tricky, but Pidge knew she already got most of his defenses down with that pout earlier. She went for his big brother instincts and then, threatening him in spoiling his beauty products while he's asleep. It worked. Coran, she decided, is off the hook, given his usual hairstyle complements well with his attire.

Pidge admired her handiwork and whistled appreciatively. "You all cleaned up good."

"You've surprised us, Number Five." Coran said as he posed before a mirror that he brought in prior. "You got quite an impeccable sense of fashion."

"He's right, Pidge." Shiro smiled in agreement. "You're our savior."

"Yeah, yeah." Lance grumbled as he smoothed his suit. "But next time a little warning, okay? I'm not used of you doing…I don't know, feminine stuff. It doesn't scream Pidge Gunderson for me."

Pidge crossed her arms and scowled. "Be grateful that you're wearing my work and we still have a party to attend or you'll find yourself at the sharp end of bayard."

"Wow, Lance." Keith said disapprovingly at the Cuban. "Way to thank her."

Lance raised his hands defensively. "I'm weirded out, okay? Am I the only one weirded out?" The rest of the crew looked at him with the same, deadpan expression. "Seriously? Why does this feel like a déjà vu?"

Allura ignored him and glanced at the time. "We still have two vargas before the escorts arrived." She smiled at the Green Paladin who was already picking up her things. "I think you should get yourself ready, Pidge."

"M'kay." Pidge nodded as she gathered everything in her arms. The mice scampering up on her shoulders and throwing in a weird-looking bottle in the items. If Pidge noticed, she didn't say.

"Will you need help?"

"I'll be fine. The mice will be helping me."

"Take your time then." Shiro said. "We'll be waiting for you."

"You better will."