Oh. That was you? [That's weirdly comforting, in a way? At least it was Lance and not some horror trying to get into the house.] Black got a tarp over it for now. I'm going to head up there soon as I get some materials.

[Using the Black Lion as a means to repair the house? That's probably against some deep Voltron Law. But that's what they had to do, and he's pretty sure the Lion would have objected or ignored him if it was a terrible transgression.]

[He was about to go on but - well. Lance's impression of Old Faithful kind of derails that train of thought. Admittedly, he jumps, but in his defense? Who would expect that to happen?]

It is? [He looks at the mug in his own hand. Tries it... and shrugs.] I - didn't notice. I'm sorry - hold on. [Let him get a towel -]