There was a lot of work to be done, and a lot of things he was behind on. Shiro was used to this, and really, he didn't mind as he preferred to keep himself busy anyway. It would just be nice if Keith and Lance also hd things to do is all, because then they would be out doing them and not in this room doing whatever the hell it was that they were doing.

Shiro didn't know, because Shiro was not going to look. He was going to look at this datasheet and not be distracted from it because they needed to figure out how much food they were going through now that they had this many people on board, and if they'd need to restock on supplies or they'd all be back to sucking on foodgoo like prisoners.

He was going to look at this and he was going to read this and he was not going to listen to the sound of Keith giggling, because Shiro was going to pretend that giggling was something he did now that he was married and not something totally weird. And definitely not going to look, because Shiro had the feeling if Keith really was giggling and not just laughing or snickering or even chuckling, then it was definitely not at anything Shiro wanted to see or think about.

Except, what the fuck, they wouldn't actually be doing that right now in the same room as him, right? Or… oh god, they absolutely would because they were monsters with no self restraint, and god damn it why did this have to be Shiro's life? Nope. Not gonna think about it. Gonna think about these vegetables. Or you know what there was this other thing he needed to do with the data the Blade of Marmora had sent them recently, that oe had time to wait but uh… It'd be easier to think about, right? Right. Right right right. Everything was fine and normal.

It was only when he realized a lapse of silence had fallen behind him that Shiro worried. Maybe they had left. Even though he hadn't heard footsteps. Or maybe they were being quiet because they had fallen asleep, or found something to read, or… Not gonna think about it. Not. His. Problem.

Shiro did hear footsteps, but they weren't from inside the room. It was the sound of someone walking towards the door, and Shiro finally gave up the urge to be distracted to look around at the door in time to see slide open.

And just in time, as it happened, to see the results of it sliding open. Because the second the door slid open to reveal Allura who was wasting no time in stepping inside, whatever ruler-like sheet of plastic someone had wedged into the tiny space between the top of the door and the frame around it dropped, and with it, the - dear lord. The bucket it had been supporting with its rigid tension, which fell onto Allura's head as she walked inside, soaking her in the water it had carried inside before bouncing harmlessly to the floor.

Keith and Lance burst out laughing so hard it sounded like they were gonna die. Allura did not look angry in the least bit, but she did look like she wished she had never met them nonetheless. "I do not have any idea," she said tiredly, "why you two would do that or why in star's name you think it's so funny to have done it."

Lance leaned up off of where he wa doubled over on the floor enough to point at her and shout, "We got you!" before bursting back into peals of laughter.

Keith, eyes watering and holding his stomach, managed the words "You're mildly inconvenienced!" in between his own laughs.

Allura's face scrunched up like she couldn't decide if she was worried for them or just annoyed. "Right," she decided flatly. "I'm going to dry off and not speak to you two for the rest of the day."

Shiro looked at the two fully adult newlywed morons laughing on the floor. Looked back at the pad in his hand. Screw it, he decided, tossing it onto the table. He wasn't gonna get stuck being the only responsible one around here again. Shiro was gonna spend the rest of is day playing minesweeper and steal the rest of that leftover pie.