[ So, this is a really small problem that shouldn't be a problem, considering the larger picture of what they are facing, but: Allura is struggling with her hair. When Lance joins her, she's combing her fingers through the strands, trying to work out a few tangles and it's just, well, not the best solution to having long hair in space.
She's glad for opportunity to ignore her hair for the moment, her features brightening up at the sight of Lance, though her eyes narrow at that line. She doesn't dignify it with a response, just takes the coral pod from him, peeling away the husk to take a bite. ]
This tastes like the rosberry on Altea.
[ She says it like she's surprised, never expected to taste anything like it again. ] It must be similar to your almond.
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She's glad for opportunity to ignore her hair for the moment, her features brightening up at the sight of Lance, though her eyes narrow at that line. She doesn't dignify it with a response, just takes the coral pod from him, peeling away the husk to take a bite. ]
This tastes like the rosberry on Altea.
[ She says it like she's surprised, never expected to taste anything like it again. ] It must be similar to your almond.