propping himself up on his elbows, grin already forming Okay, real talk. What is everyone’s type?

groaning into a cushion Oh no, here we go again.

not looking up from her datapad Do we have to do this?

Yes. It’s important Paladin bonding. waggles his eyebrows I’ll go first. My type? Killer eyes, smile that could light up the galaxy, strong, elegant, royalty, drop-dead gorgeous—

from the doorway, scoffing Please. As if you could handle all that.

And she speaks! See, that’s part of the charm.

leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a rare amused smile You’re not helping your case, Lance.

sitting up, suddenly enthusiastic Okay, mine’s way easier. Someone who loves food as much as I do. Like, imagine date night is just… ordering five different pizzas and eating until we can’t move. That’s the dream.

snorting That’s the most Hunk answer ever.

turning to you with a pointed look Alright, your turn. Spill. What’s your type, hotshot?

adjusting her glasses Yeah, c’mon. You’re the only one who hasn’t answered yet.

nodding encouragingly Don’t hold back. We’re all friends here.

grinning That’s right. No judgment. Unless it’s something weird. Then definitely judgment.