Lance looked at Carlos with every much an expression of 'huh what' on his face. "Girl talk?" he repeated, because wasn't that for girls and gossiping? How would that help solve anything? But if Carlos had some secret key to solving problems of epically sucky proportions, Lance wasn't going to turn anything down. If jumping up and down on one foot in the middle of the park while holding an umbrella and singing a string of obnoxious songs, he'd do it with really only a few minutes delay so he could get an umbrella.
"Don't we need to be girls?" He'd dress up if he needed to, but he was pretty sure Keith would kill him if he suggested it.