[She’s smiling, listening to him chatter. She’s not sure why they need to whack any moles or how they made candy out of cotton, but she’s happy letting him fill the space between them with his enthusiasm. It’s always been like this between them, and as much as sometimes it could get a little overwhelming, she wouldn’t trade it for anything else. There was something inherently comforting about moments like these, walking arm-in-arm, listening to his excited chatter and letting herself enjoy the moment in all of its simplicity.

It was something she’d missed dearly in the time that they were apart, something that she’d taken for granted, the easy way they could talk, how naturally Lance could pull her out of her own head. She wasn’t sure if he realized it, but she considered his positive influence was just as much the heart of Voltron as anything else.]

Perhaps at the next game I can win you a prize- or maybe if we go back to the balloon game we can get a second lion- Oh, we’re moving!

[It doesn’t take long at all for them to reach the front of the line, and she releases Lance’s arm when the carnival worker opens the gate for the next open basket on the ride. The whole thing wobbles a little when she steps on, and she gives a little woah, before sitting down, setting the lion in her lap and offering her hand to help Lance up next.]