That really had been a rather intense conversation--and it'd happened so suddenly...but now things seem to be settling again. Sans doesn't push on it, moving on easily, and Lucas finds himself rather thankful for that. But then again, Sans probably already understands that sort of pain better than most--twice over, if anything. (Two brothers...)

Lucas begins picking up errant potato slices and putting them in another free basket, to be set aside. Saved for something later, maybe. It'd be a waste to throw them away, but...he really doesn't enjoy cutting potatoes. "Sure, you can--um, hang out. If you want to take a nap." Sans had been sleeping the last time Lucas ran into him too, now he thinks about it. Do skeletons usually take a lot of naps? Passing another almost curious glance at Sans over his shoulder, Lucas supposes there's no reason why a skeleton wouldn't nap a lot... "I'll try not to be too loud or anything. And, let you know, when the soup's finished?"