[Fortunately, or unfortunately, Allura didn't seem to notice the rosy color that had sprung up on his face. Allura had only spoke the truth. Sure, she was partly curious about what on Altea the Head of Voltron was eating. But mostly... that was just a poorly veiled excuse to enjoy his company. Even with all the fumbling around, she had. Very much so.]

Do you mean more for you? Or... more for your shirt? [She cocks a brow at him.] How did you even manage that? I was envisioning you lying alone in bed with a bowl when you sent the measage.