Mmmhmm. I love you too, my little booger queen.

[With a pat to her shoulder, Lance shifts to sliding his hands under Pidge, helping her to sit up and then hopefully, onto her feet. She really looks a hot mess with grains of sand all over her, but at least he has the decency to start brushing off what he can reach.]

Blame me all you want, but we both know it was your own feet you tripped on.