[This household is used to Krieg wrestling with Incineroars and beds breaking under the assault of eager Arons, that's how.]

Something --

[It's kind of amazing how fast someone can go from READY TO FIGHT to CONFUSED in the space of one sentence. Shiro looks at Lance. Then at the bathtub.]

[He just sort of... sighs.]

[Then stalks over to yank the curtain back.]

I told you to stop that! He doesn't need help with the shower, he's not even in the shower! [Something burbles.] No. Get out here and apologize. [More burbling.] Yes, you. Get out here and apologize to Lance.