It was dinner time and Lance and Keith were at it yet again. At this point Shiro was just ignoring them, hoping they'd settle it on their own soon enough.
"You are so self-centered!"
"ME?"
"Yes you, Lance. You're always talking yourself, and I have yet to see you say one nice thing to anyone here!"
"I can be nice!"
"Prove it! Compliment someone – other than Allura! – About their appearance."
Lance scrambled looking around for someone. Then his eyes fell to their favorite red-headed Altean and he knew what to say.
"Hey Coran, your mustache is on point today!"
Shiro proceeded to facepalm at their antics as Allura and Coran looked at each other in confusion. Pidge and Hunk were positively shaking in silent mirth.
"What point?" Coran asked. "Where is this point my mustache is on?"
At this the Yellow and Green paladins burst out laughing at his confusion and Lance scrambled to explain.
"Well, that could've gone better," Shiro quietly surmised with an exasperated look.
"Could've been worse," Keith said. "He could've said Coran's mustache was on fleek."
Shiro made a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan. Keith took it that he agreed that saying that would've been much worse.