Lance bolted into the training room right as Keith was taking a swing.
"Babe!" he called. "Babe, babe, babe!"
Keith, brushing sweat off his forehead with the back of his head, finished the move and turned off the simulation. He sheathed his bayard. "If you say babe one more time-"
"Fine." Lance continued using the same excited voice. "Mullet, mullet, mul-"
Keith rolled his eyes. "Why can't you just use my name when you're talking to me, Lance?"
"Because that's not what couples do!" Lance whined. He waved at Keith dismissively. "Okay, forget it. I'll start over."
"Wha-"
But Lance had already turned on his heel, headed back the way he came. Once he reached the door, he immediately reversed himself. He wore the same expression as before. "Love, love, l-"
"Lance-"
Lance shook his head. "No, you're right. That doesn't sound as good. Lemme try again."
Keith watched him in bewilderment.
Lance repeated the same steps as before. This time, though, when he made a beeline for Keith, he shouted, "Baby, baby, baby!"
Then he pouted, putting a hand to his chin thoughtfully.
Keith raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, what-"
"I'm gonna have to work on this." Lance tapped his chin. "We need better pet names."
"Lance, I love you, but-"
"I'm gonna start calling you sexy," said Lance.
"What?!"
"And samurai. Can I call you samurai? Good."
Keith raised his eyebrow higher. "Didn't you have something you had to tell me?"
Lance's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, yeah. Dinner's ready."
"It would've been nice if you led with that," Keith grumbled.
Lance kept rattling off a list of pet names.
