Keith has been dealing with more and more, erm, brushes with seeing and hearing things that aren't really there. So far he's able to tell what is reality and what isn't. He knows that won't last forever.

So he wonders, as he comes into the kitchen and sees Pidge leaning over a pot on the stove, if that's started.

Because Pidge in the kitchen isn't how these things usually go. He takes a moment, frowning. Nope. Smells like cooking... Probably real. So that means...

"I didn't know you cooked," he begins, as diplomatically as he possibly can, in the doorway and looking like a spectre of impending death with the dark shadows beneath his eyes, pale cast to his already pale skin.