The soft snoring isn't too much of a problem at all--Dad had always snored much louder by comparison, back home, and you sort of had to get used to it. (...Back when Dad used to sleep at home with everyone every night...) Lucas leaves Sans to his nap, and goes about the rest of his cooking as quietly as he can--which isn't very hard either, since he's generally a pretty quiet worker by default anyway.
He adds a few more carrots and some spices he finds in a cupboard with some digging, salt and pepper and a tiny bottle of something pale and powdery he doesn't recognize (though it smells nice, so he adds a bit of that in too). Eventually his humming starts up again out of habit, as quiet as it was before--if not a bit disjointed, and trailing off at parts, and never really managing to string together a full song. Mom used to hum a lot when cooking too, but it's been so long he can never remember all the right notes anymore...
Then, ingredients finished, he lets the pot simmer while he trails out to wash the towel and the knife in running water, returns, sets all the baskets and platters back where he'd found them. And waits. And finally the smell is strong enough to fill the whole room, and he figures the soup is about done, and Lucas pulls out a couple of bowls and spoons.
He fills one of them with a ladle before he finally trails over to Sans's table, setting the bowl of soup down next to his elbow. "...Hey, Sans. Time to eat?" It looks like--a relatively peaceful nap, and Lucas almost feels bad for bothering him, but he chances a very light and careful prod at one of Sans's shoulders before moving to fill a bowl for himself.
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Date: 2016-02-18 10:03 pm (UTC)He adds a few more carrots and some spices he finds in a cupboard with some digging, salt and pepper and a tiny bottle of something pale and powdery he doesn't recognize (though it smells nice, so he adds a bit of that in too). Eventually his humming starts up again out of habit, as quiet as it was before--if not a bit disjointed, and trailing off at parts, and never really managing to string together a full song. Mom used to hum a lot when cooking too, but it's been so long he can never remember all the right notes anymore...
Then, ingredients finished, he lets the pot simmer while he trails out to wash the towel and the knife in running water, returns, sets all the baskets and platters back where he'd found them. And waits. And finally the smell is strong enough to fill the whole room, and he figures the soup is about done, and Lucas pulls out a couple of bowls and spoons.
He fills one of them with a ladle before he finally trails over to Sans's table, setting the bowl of soup down next to his elbow. "...Hey, Sans. Time to eat?" It looks like--a relatively peaceful nap, and Lucas almost feels bad for bothering him, but he chances a very light and careful prod at one of Sans's shoulders before moving to fill a bowl for himself.