Bro...'bro'? Short for brother, almost definitely--and there's a very odd sort of squeezing feeling in Lucas's chest, for a moment, before Sans stirs and lifts his head and Lucas puts that feeling away. There is something odd and--blue? Around Sans's...eyesockets....but Sans seems visibly abashed about this, upon discovering it himself, and Lucas tries his best not to stare too much or make any comment on it.
Instead he nods a bit, stepping back. "Yes, it does. I added in a few more spices, and things..."
And then Lucas drifts away to fill his own bowl while Sans orients himself. (The thought comes unbidden, odd and sad--can skeletons cry too?)
Lucas brings a full bowl back to the table himself while Sans seems to be preparing with a first spoonful. Sitting down opposite him, Lucas can't help but...stare a bit, watching Sans swallow it. ...Sort of? Probably? It finally occurs to Lucas that he had no idea skeletons could even eat, and the first most obvious question is--well--but it doesn't seem to be falling right through Sans or anything...?
These deep and important questions of life are momentarily forgotten, however, as Sans...proceeds to scarf down another spoonful, and another, with a reaction that's--pretty intense, to say the least. Lucas blinks over his own bowl, spoon poised, expression uncertain but also faintly hopeful. That was probably a good 'wow'. ...Right?
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Date: 2016-02-19 04:27 pm (UTC)Instead he nods a bit, stepping back. "Yes, it does. I added in a few more spices, and things..."
And then Lucas drifts away to fill his own bowl while Sans orients himself. (The thought comes unbidden, odd and sad--can skeletons cry too?)
Lucas brings a full bowl back to the table himself while Sans seems to be preparing with a first spoonful. Sitting down opposite him, Lucas can't help but...stare a bit, watching Sans swallow it. ...Sort of? Probably? It finally occurs to Lucas that he had no idea skeletons could even eat, and the first most obvious question is--well--but it doesn't seem to be falling right through Sans or anything...?
These deep and important questions of life are momentarily forgotten, however, as Sans...proceeds to scarf down another spoonful, and another, with a reaction that's--pretty intense, to say the least. Lucas blinks over his own bowl, spoon poised, expression uncertain but also faintly hopeful. That was probably a good 'wow'. ...Right?
"...Um. Is it--alright?"