Must suck to be someone that isn't content to burn off steam by going through a rigorous beauty regimen — er, rather, a strenuous moisturizing routine, god no that's even worse isn't it — but. All right. He feels for the guy, really, because it has to be difficult to not have anything around him to beat up near-constantly.

( At least he hasn't gotten so tightly-wound that he's started picking fights with this one. Which would only be fair since, earlier in their acquaintance-paladin-friend-ship it had been Lance that started the picking. It would really only be his right to do it now, when he has no other outlet. )

Anyway.

It doesn't have to be a good attempt at a joke ( because it really isn't, really ) to get Lance chuckling, if only just a little, because he understands that Keith is trying and it's admirable. And so maybe that chuckle is more of a snort, but it still counts, okay. "They really don't. Maybe they should." He raises both hands in front of him, like he's spelling out some grand advertisement. "'You too could be carried away to a different dimension! World? Thing!'" Lance. "'You'll want to be prepared for it!'"

He pauses long enough to look over his shoulder, curious. "Needs a better tagline, but I'm betting it would become a staple course."

L a n c e.