Not inspired by any Fluff Week prompts, but after writing the first two it felt like there should be a third part with the focus on Pidge, so here it is.

"Hey, Keith!" Pidge called, and Keith swept his bayard in a wide arc before him, then yelled to end the simulation. He turned towards her, rubbing the back of his arm across his brow. "I want your help with something. Come with me?" she asked.

Keith shrugged, the blade of his bayard shimmering out, and headed over to her. "What is it?" he asked, and Pidge grinned, grabbing his arm and dragging him along with her.

She was under no illusions that he couldn't have stopped her if he actually tried, but Keith didn't even protest, just followed her obligingly. Pidge led him down the halls until they reached Lance's door, which opened for them immediately, because he'd never turned off its automatic function.

"Hey, Lance!" Pidge grinned as he rolled off his bed in surprise, already wearing his pyjamas and robe. "Come with us!"

"What-"

Pidge was already heading off down the hall again, knowing that Lance would follow after if only to make sure she could hear his complaints about the way she'd asked for his company. Much quicker than explaining.

"What are we doing?" Keith asked curiously as Lance caught up to them. Pidge bounced on her heels and grabbed Lance's wrist with her free hand, towing both boys up a level and along to a recently-repurposed little room.

"Our last outing was a snow-encrusted mountain-top," Pidge said, and Keith made a low noise, "our last outing, without the whole team or it being an emergency. Well, to start with." she added, because the stranded-on-a-mountain thing had sort of turned into an emergency when they got stranded. "Before that there was that market where we almost got arrested - again - and before that we went surfing, and swimming, and I got sunburnt."

She glared at both boys, neither of whom had been nearly so affected. It had only been a mild burn, and it had cleared up entirely after a week, but it had still been uncomfortable.

"What does that have to do with dragging me out just at bedtime?" Lance protested, pouting. "And why are you all sweaty?" He prodded Keith.

"I was training. You were going to bed?" Keith's brows arched.

"Moving on!" Pidge interjected before they could begin to squabble in earnest and get distracted. "Not that the surfing wasn't fun, sunburn aside, thank you Lance; and . . . well the mountain wasn't exactly fun but we survived and it was far less awful than it could have been, Keith."

"Pidge?"

"Right, yes. Allura finally helped me rig up an interface for the console we bought, and we are going to play video games! Screw the great outdoors." Pidge huffed.

"The great outdoors are currently . . . space." Keith pointed out, and Pidge rolled her eyes and shoved him into the room.

"Not the point." Pidge told him, and exchanged an exasperated look with Lance.

Pidge booted up the console, which lit up nearly the entire wall - Coran's grandfather had evidently not known how to do anything small, and Allura wasn't great at it either, really, perhaps it was an Altean thing. She collected the controllers and joined the boys on the large, plush seating set into the floor, flopping into the space between them. She wriggled, getting comfy there, and grinned as the opening titles played on screen.

Both boys gave her a run for her money, but Pidge kept ahead of them pretty handily for most of the rounds they played. Which wasn't at all due to her having taken some practise rounds earlier, just to test out the system. Make sure it worked as it should.

And Allura had wanted to know how to play, after all, too, and Pidge could hardly say no after she'd helped so much.

Pidge hummed in satisfaction as the victory music played for her again. Sleepy - she'd been up most of last night working on the interface, it was fascinating, and potentially very useful, learning how to integrate Altean tech with less sophisticated stuff - she laughed and bowed out to let the boys face off without her for a while.

She leaned on Lance's shoulder, watching the screen, snickering when one or the other of them made an obvious mistake. She was glad she'd thought of this - and glad Allura had been able, and willing, to help with the translation protocols and repurposing the room.

Pidge yawned, sliding down a little more heavily against Lance. After a moment he shifted, gentle hands nudging her over and down, and Pidge stretched, now lying with her head and shoulders in Lance's lap. Keith draped an arm companionably over her shins as her legs fell into his lap, and she got comfy there.

And that's the end of Voltron Fluff Week 2017! I am however still accepting prompts over on my Tumblr, Kalira9, and I'll be posting stories for Voltron Angst Week 2017 starting . . . well, today.