Kohaku. He's not mad at Shiro, he's just... How old?

Right, well... Okay then. But Marak, if you or Kohaku need anything...?

You were my mommy when Krolia wasn't about, I owe you more than I can ever repay. M-My *mom*... Not my mommy... (Clear's throat)

Ha ha! Shiro is on the doghouse. Serves him right.

*Scoffs and smiles.* Shut up. 💜

Bite me, Shiro. Or better yet, bite Lotor. He'd enjoy it more.

I spent the first I think four years of my live in space trying to kill myslef, at this point I think I'm invincable. You're welcome to try, though.

Lotor, you're Shiro's husband. You're just as important to me as he is. I'd never actively offend you, and if I ever do I'm sorry.

Yeah... Good idea.

You uhh... How's Coran?

"Yes, Mel?" He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

"Not really, no. Last time you and I were alone Coran hit me with a wooden spoon." He folded his arms.

He still flinches when he see's a wooden spoon. Or red hair.

Guess who forgot it was his birthday yesterday.

Shiro singing? Stops to listen.

If Shiro needs a babysitter to go drink with Marak, Keith will HAPPILY take care of Hoshiko. She’s the best.

Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversary

Walks up to Marak and hugs her tightly.

He has made chocolate Chip cookies for everyone to try. If it helps, it's one of Hunk's recipes.