Shuri & Hunk
Hunk wasn't sure he bought it but he did trust Shuri's judgement when it came to food. She had good taste and hadn't steered him wrong before. He'd try one. Just...in a minute.
"I'm Ace," the boy introduced himself, bright smile that was probably supposed to be as flirtatious as an eight-year-old could be. "Who're you?"
"Ack!" Hunk flailed a little and wrapped his arms around the boy's head. "That's it. No more hanging out with Lance." He did give Shuri a smile, though. "Yeah. He's mine, I guess. And Keith's. Which is weird, right?"