Hunk wasn't sure what to expect when Coran revealed the lunches the nurses had were new menu items. The tuna, although naturally pigmented, had no truly bad taste, per say. In fact, the tuna tasted bland, like flavorless jello in consistency as well, which drove Keith insane by its texture. Everyone yet, and even the group's newbie, Pidge, had agreed that the lunches were barely editable. Even by basic school lunch standards. Which, since the group had been all from public schools before, was a very low bar to set.

Keith spat out the tuna into a napkin as Hunk looked around. He felt pity for Keith, but not for the reasons most would expect. Not because his father's death, or his mother's disappearance, or even his wheelchair, instead Hunk pitied the fact that certain textures Keith couldn't bring himself to eat. Mainly chewy items, and any smooth, liquid consistencies, with chunks larger than there should be. Neophobia, Keith had called it. Lance insisted it was very picky eating, and Hunk couldn't really argue. he had informed the group that it was not as extreme as Allura's eating disorders, but still affected him sometimes.

 He then called it stupid because, "I'm not afraid of food! It's just certain textures make me want to puke everything out of my system, and if I had to choose my life or eating some goddamn Laffy Taffy, I would choose to die. Simple."

Shiro positioned himself next to Keith's wheelchair as Pidge slowly inched towards Lance and himself. Pidge was small, and the sunglasses positioned on her round face took up most of his sight of her eyes and cheeks. The sunglasses hid her cheekbones, her hair growing just past her ears to cover the sides of her face.

Hunk tapped Lance's shoulder and made a subtle hint to his friend. Lance, being his best friend in the group, seemed to be able to read him perfectly. Even with his, now fluent, knowledge of ASL, it was nice that he didn't need to sign to get his point across. Lance even spoke for him, like now.

"Wanna sit with us, Pidge?" Pidge nodded and stuck her hand out. Her hand finding the table they were at with no assistance. Hunk opened his mouth and felt his throat start to close. He snapped his mouth shut and Lance decided to tell Pidge where they were in position to her.

"We are three steps to the left, chair at 4 o'clock." Lance told her. Pidge gave him a quick thank you before hitting her knee against the chair. She cursed under her breath, not that Lance had heard her. Hunk winced and tapped his fingers on the table to get her attention. Lance turned to him, feeling the vibrations from the table as Hunk tapped on the surface. Pidge looked at him as well as he made an awkward display of asking her if she was alright via ASL. 

Pidge, although confused, caught on quickly when Hunk flashed the okay. Pidge nodded before sitting herself down. Her slim fingers ran over the table's surface as she faced her lunch. The bread looked like a sponge, and her milk was a day after the expiration date. Pidge resisted the urge to gag as Hunk took the carton. He threw it in a trashcan nearby and saw Lance had started talking to Pidge without him realizing. 

"So yeah, if anyone makes fun of Keith's stickers, let me kill them. It's not like he can walk out of his chair and take them off himself, yet." Lance told Pidge. Pidge nodding with a serious expression on her face.

"What if I want to kill them?" She innocently questions. Hunk choked down a laugh, and Lance grinned crookedly. 

"We'll have to share. I'll take the left half." Pidge smiled in response and nodded. 

"Deal."

Keith, having overheard them, decided to make his presence in the conversation heard. The raven haired teen was blushing. Hunk knew he secretly relished in attention. No matter how touched starved he really was, he never admits to needing anyone. 

"Can y'all not talk about other people?" 

Before Lance could bait Keith on more by his use of the word y'all, Coran began group again.

"Put your lunches away, it's time for the "On this day" game!"