[A little thrill of joy runs through Lance at that statement. Him, teaching the great record-breaking and setting Shiro something new? It's a nice feeling, but Lance tucks any obvious reaction to it deep inside in case it's just part of their ongoing banter. It'll be far too embarrassing to take it as a real compliment when Shiro is possibly just lightly teasing.]

Okay, I'll bribe Blue to take pictures of them so I can get Pidge to make a website for your gross collection.

[At the career path suggestion, Lance shakes his head as he parts Shiro's bangs into thin sections, brushing on the creamy bleach mixture. It smells bad, but there's no room for complaining when it's the only thing that'll work.]

I'd need a license. That'll take forever.

[Possibly a couple of years of schooling at least. He's afraid to plan that far ahead of him, especially here. If the last year has taught Lance anything is that his life plans tend to get tossed out of airlocks at any chance the universe has. Besides, he'll love to try something and actually be good at it and not have someone else move into the house and beat him at his own game. Lance can see Jean already knows how to wield a mean jar of hair gel, so maybe that guy's got the coffee and hair-styling field already covered.

In other words, Lance's esteem can't take another hit like he's already gotten in the coffee game. He might as well just give up and become a full-time slacker.]