Hm. If they were talking literal hearts, yes, that's probably true--and Sans definitely doesn't appear to have one of those. But Lucas half-wonders if the Magypsies had meant something along the lines of a more...figurative heart, now. The kind that even monsters might have.
But he isn't sure, and in the end it doesn't really matter, probably. "Surprises? ...Yes, I suppose we are..."
It's not too difficult to see the gratitude behind Sans's offhanded thanks, either. Lucas nods a bit, in return, before he situates himself back next to the potatoes on the counter. It's a bit of a mess over here now...hm....but Sans's remarks about the stew have him turning a bit in surprise.
"Oh--no, I wouldn't mind at all. I think I've made a bit too much for just me already...more used to cooking for one more person." Well, one more dog, to be more precise. But either way. Lucas finds he can finally muster up a very small smile for Sans. "It's good for people who don't grow too, I think. Shouldn't be too long before it's done now."
And then he turns to his potatoes, frowning and making no motion to pick up the knife again. Everything considered... "Maybe--it doesn't need potatoes this time after all, though..."
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Date: 2016-02-18 04:37 pm (UTC)But he isn't sure, and in the end it doesn't really matter, probably. "Surprises? ...Yes, I suppose we are..."
It's not too difficult to see the gratitude behind Sans's offhanded thanks, either. Lucas nods a bit, in return, before he situates himself back next to the potatoes on the counter. It's a bit of a mess over here now...hm....but Sans's remarks about the stew have him turning a bit in surprise.
"Oh--no, I wouldn't mind at all. I think I've made a bit too much for just me already...more used to cooking for one more person." Well, one more dog, to be more precise. But either way. Lucas finds he can finally muster up a very small smile for Sans. "It's good for people who don't grow too, I think. Shouldn't be too long before it's done now."
And then he turns to his potatoes, frowning and making no motion to pick up the knife again. Everything considered... "Maybe--it doesn't need potatoes this time after all, though..."