Right, so when I come back to haunt you by hiding all your peanut butter cookies and rearranging your gadget shit to make sure that no matter what, you'll always be missing that one important screw, you'll have no one to blame but yourself.

[For those six last words, Lance decides that booping Pidge's nose with the tip of his finger punctuates his point nicely. Then he takes that same finger and just slightly, every so slightly, sticks it in one of her nostrils because what says love more than your man trying to dig for gold?

Or maybe less love and finding more ways to gross her out.]