（<｀▽'）―━━☆⌒*. ( REPEATING NEW THINGS ! )

"So I'm guessing I can consider you a regular now, Romelle?" A soft voice rang out, making Romelle jump a bit in her seat. She looked up from her phone and locked eyes with the one person she was here for. "You've shown up practically every day these past two weeks."

Brook stood before her, a bottle of yellow cleaning spray in one hand and a wet towel in the other. It seemed as if she was put on lobby duty for once instead of being glued behind the counter. The pants of her uniform were dirty, indicating she had gotten on the ground to clean something.

She also smelled oddly of morning vomit, but the alien girl wouldn't question it.

"I–I suppose," Romelle stuttered nervously. Brook chuckled, and after scoping out the empty area, slid her butt into the booth across from the blonde.

"So, tell me everything," Brook insisted after staring at her for a few moments. Romelle's eyes darted around quickly.

"About?"

"Voltron. Altea. Space," Brook dropped her voice to a whisper, leaning closer towards Romelle.

"What?!" The alien cried, jerking back in surprise. "How'd you know about that? It's not like I was front in center in saving the universe like Princess Allura or—"

"Coran's a chatty one," she revealed with a quick wink.

"Oh, right..."

"C'mon, don't be shy!" Brook smiled warmly. Romelle hummed with uncertainty, causing the human to reach across the table and grab her hands. "Tell me about everything!"

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Everything would take quite awhile, I believe," Romelle admitted, a lifetime worth of events and twists flashing before her eyes. Brook simply squeezed her hands with reassurance.

"Then I guess we'll have to do a little each day, huh?"

Romelle blinked slowly. Each day? So now she had an actual real excuse to be here?

"Well, for starters, I've never seen Altea."

"What? Then where did you live?" Brook gasped.

"I lived in an Altean colony created by Prince Lotor, with my brother Bandor."

"You have a brother?" Brook's eyes widened slightly. She watched as grief filled the eyes of her admirer, the brave woman shrinking back into her own body and away from the horrors of war. "Oh."

"It's alright." But it wasn't. Her voice wavered. "We finally got to give him a nice resting place, here on Earth. He has a nice view of the sunrise every morning."

Brook nodded, not forcing the conversation. All that needed to be said already was. "So... what did you and Bandor do in the colony? It must've been boring before Voltron."

Romelle smiled once again, and talked the night away.