Third @allurashipweek
Family/Home
“Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe, at your service!” Coran said brightly, bowing with a show of extravagance and extending his hand to the young lady and gent he understood to be Hunk’s parents. Mrs. Garrett chuckled warmly and took his hand, giving a firm and friendly shake.
“It’s a pleasure,” she said, and Hunk had his mother’s voice, Coran noted.
“The pleasure is entirely mine! Hunk’s has such wonderful things to say about you.”
“He says good things about you, too,” Mr. Garrett said with a bright smile of his own. “About all of you, really. We’re so glad that since our boy had to end up on a wild and deadly space adventure, at least he wound up with you.”
Coran felt his heart warm at that. “And we’re deeply, truly blessed to have him. He is one of the greatest people in all the universe, and I mean that genuinely.” Unable to be serious for too terribly long, Coran twirled his mustache and boisterously added, “And I should know! I’ve met many of them!”
The Garretts laughed, turning fond eyes on their son. Mrs. Garrett got a wicked grin. “He certainly has plenty to say about that lovely woman he’s spending so much time around, too.”
Coran felt utterly delighted, realizing now he had adults and parents to gossip with.
“Oh, does he?” Coran asked conspiratorially, sliding into their personal space with a hand up close to his mouth. “Now, you didn’t hear this from me, but my young princess has many fond things to say about him, too.”
“Does she?” Mr. Garrett asked, a hand wrapping around his wife’s waist so he could lean in as well. “How much? What’s she say?”
“Now, now, Allura is like a daughter to me; I’ve known her before she was even born! I won’t disclose any details shared to me in confidence. Buuuut,” Coran grinned, mustache gleaming with shiny mischief, “if I were to describe the overall tone of what she has to say, I would call it decidedly fond.”
“Oh, hooo,” Mrs. Garrett chimed brightly, rubbing her hands together in delight. “Our boy’s over the moon about her, I’ll tell you that. Every other sentence about his wild space escapades starts with her name.” She turned happy eyes to the princess in question. “And having met her, I can see why. She’s a bright girl; a good head on her shoulders.”
“Of the girls he’s brought home to meet us, she’s easily my favorite,” Mr. Garrett agreed.
“And of all the boys and men who’ve loved Allura, I will gladly admit my fondness for your son. I quite like that boy.”
“What’s going on over here?” Mrs. Holt asked, arriving with a glass of white wine and a hard-won photograph of her entire family in the other.
“We’re talking about how delightful Hunk and Allura are,” Coran said brightly. Not necessarily in the romantic sense, on account that both individuals were delightful.
“Oh, aren’t they just the cutest?” Colleen said with a hand to her chest, which was all the opening for all three to say “Yes!”
“They’re just darling. Hunk wanted to try out my yeast strains so he could bake her the best tasting cookies he could possibly manage.”
“Oh that’s adorable.”
“Just like him.”
