Of all the species that Lotor had observed, humans were by far the most peculiar.

"And you say this is a 'trend' back on your homeworld?" the Galra prince frowned as he watched Hunk from the opposite side of the kitchen, his brows scrunching together as he stared critically at the circular loaf over which the yellow paladin was currently fussing.

"Yep! These particular cakes are a little tricky because of the glaze but there are all kinds of galaxy-themed treats back on Earth." Hunk replied, not even bothering to glance up from his work as he carefully spilled several different colors over the edible surface and smeared them accordingly with a spatula, all the while remaining completely and utterly unaware of the fact that his tongue was currently sticking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.

"But what is their purpose? I cannot imagine this 'mirror cake' of yours will reflect well enough to be of much use."

"It isn't meant to be an actual mirror. It's just called a mirror cake because the luster of the glaze doesn't change once it dries, making it appear shiny and smooth like glass or marble."

"Then why not call it a marble cake or a glass cake?"

Hunk's eyebrow began to twitch spastically. "Look, I didn't pick the name, okay? Now if you would be so kind, I'm trying to focus."

"My apologies. I did not mean to interrupt." Lotor apologized before firmly pressing his lips together, but little more than a dobash had passed before he broke the silence again with another question, "Are these cakes supposed to be some kind of superfood? Do they heighten your abilities for battle or provide you with extra energy? Or do you use them to poison your enemies? That would explain why you need to make them so sweet…"

Disturbed did little justice to the expression on Hunk's face as he stared at Lotor in shock. "Dude, we make them because they taste good. I mean, yeah, sometimes they're made for celebrations, but bottom line, they were created to be enjoyed, nothing more."

Now it was Lotor's turn to look confused. "That's it? Is that not a waste of resources then?"

"How can you say that?! Cake is never a waste of resources! Ever! Do the Galra seriously have no foods that are made sheerly for the purpose of enjoying the flavor?" Hunk exclaimed in utter horror. When Lotor shook his head, the yellow paladin suddenly felt very lightheaded and had to grab hold of the counter to keep himself upright. "Well, no wonder you Galra are so grouchy and mean, uh no offense."

"None taken. However, I still don't understand how the sheer factor of enjoyment is enough to justify the amount of time and resources consumed to create this cake."

"Well, fortunately for you, you're about to find out." Hunk crowed with a smile before grabbing a knife and carefully carving out a single sliver of cake, taking the tenderest of care with it as he transported it onto a plate and then slid it over to Lotor.

Picking up the plate, Lotor eyed the slice with great suspicion. "You're sure it isn't poisoned?"

Hunk's grin fell as his brow gave another sharp twitch. "Would you just eat it please?"

Frowning, Lotor gave the cake a final once over, and upon deciding that it appeared safe enough and that Hunk was the least likely of the paladins to attempt to kill him, he daintily scooped some of the moist, spongy substance onto the end of his fork and shoveled it into his mouth. Almost immediately, his eyes grew very wide and took on a certain sparkle that brought a proud smile to Hunk's lips.

"It's good, isn't it? Now do you get it?" he purred smugly, irking the Galra prince.

"I guess the taste is rather pleasant, but I still find this to be a waste of resources." Lotor replied flatly as he set the plate aside despite his tongue desperately begging for another bite.

Hunk's grin didn't waver. "Really? Well then, I guess you won't want the rest of that slice then so I'll just take it off of your hands-"

Even the heat of battle had never stirred Lotor to move so quickly as he lunged for Hunk's wrist before the yellow paladin could grab his plate and whisk it away.

"I...suppose there are worse ways for such resources to be used." he mumbled rather reluctantly, purposely avoiding eye contact with Hunk as he slowly brought the dish back into his lap and took another bite of the cake.

"Uh huh, that's what I thought."

"...But why must it be decorated?"

"...Get out."