"So old Fish-face sent the armada out solely for the purpose of looking for this planet?" Keith finally managed to balance his fork on the end of his finger. Breakfast was pancakes with strawberries syrup, bacon, scrambled eggs, and sausage.
Lotor paused to respond before taking another bite of sausage. "Correct. I have no idea why he wants this planet, but he," A brief use of his fork to point at Xeros, who was hovering over the table. "seems to know just what my father is up to."
Xers smirked, taking another sip from his mug of toxic concoction. They had all watched him make it, from it's beginnings as half a mug of triple-distilled peach brandy, to it's growth by the use of various household cleaning supplies, and final sweetening with strawberry syrup. It was now green and bubbled ominously. The spoon Xeros had used to stir it was a nice shade of black, and had started curling once it was taken back out into the air.
"What does Zarcon enjoy doing the most?"
"Conquest, rape, torture, and neglecting the empire he has made." The list seemed to sour on Lotor's tongue, his disgust and revulsion quite clear. "What does that have to do with it?"
"How old is he?"
"About two hundred ... I see." Lotor's face twisted into a grimace, too many emotions warring to let any one show clearly. "He really thinks he's going to find a way to be young again here?"
"It's a distinct possibility. Especially if he has any magical capabilities." Lina commented from her end of the table, taking a swig from her mug of beer. "That thing," A brief gesture at Xeros, who wasn't the least bit offended at being called a thing, "Has been alive for over ten thousand years. I myself am a little over a hundred, and have been physically aging at a rate of one in every fifteen. Magical ability tends to majorly slow down the aging process."
"He looks like a lizard that's been dead for a century." Pidge butted in, setting down his juice. Malei had been adamant about not giving him any beer, saying he was too young for that.
Lotor nodded in silent agreement. "He does at that."
Upstairs, where most of the womenfolk were, with the only exceptions of Lina and Malei, was another story.
"OH HO HO HO HO HO! You are the one that stole Nahga's clothing!" Nahga had managed to corner Allura in the space between two of the cots set up in the female bedroom and was now pointing an accusatory finger at her. Amelia was tugging on her older sister's arm, trying to get her to calm down. Or stop laughing, whichever came first.
"Sister Gracia, please, stop!"
"I cannot! She stole my clothing! And now I must wear this dreadful outfit!" Nahga paused, considering. "Although she did show excellent taste in picking my outfit to steal .... I cannot forgive her for stealing them!"
"You can have them back!" Allura was beginning to truely panic. Nahga's laugh, even under the best of circumstances, was enough to drive a grown man to run for his life and sanity.
Everyone winced as Nahga's piercing laughter echoed through the house. Lina dropped her head on her hands. "Can someone PLEASE shut her up? Preferably before I lose my mind?"
Pidge nibbled thoughtfully on an apple he had chosen. "Sounds like my mother."
"I pity you."