Sans doesn't speak again until he has the bowl half-empty. He certainly feels energized enough to explain, but on the other hand, it's really good soup.
"monster food isn't like human food. it's..." He waves his spoon in the air, as though trying to tease the thoughts in his skull. "...less physical. like we are. a lot more magic and energy. you don't even have to go through all of that mess with digesting it, either." Which Sans can only see as an upside. A stomach just seems like a lot of dead weight and mess, to him.
"and that should be okay for you guys to eat, but...all the food here is human food. we can eat it, since we have to, but it's...not as good." He, at least, has to use some magic to even make it possible to digest, which results in a much smaller return on energy.
Tapping the spoon idly against his skull, now, he regards Lucas thoughtfully. "i don't think you'd need to deliberately do anything. monsters with healing magic don't need to, uh, heal the food, or anything. it's just...something about you." He gestures at Lucas, before smiling faintly.
"though, uh, the fact that your mom taught you this...might make a difference, too. emotion and intentions mean a lot, to us. usually for worse. sometimes for better." Good memories were as good as a fine spice. Even sad ones could add their own sort of flavor.
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Date: 2016-02-19 08:33 pm (UTC)"monster food isn't like human food. it's..." He waves his spoon in the air, as though trying to tease the thoughts in his skull. "...less physical. like we are. a lot more magic and energy. you don't even have to go through all of that mess with digesting it, either." Which Sans can only see as an upside. A stomach just seems like a lot of dead weight and mess, to him.
"and that should be okay for you guys to eat, but...all the food here is human food. we can eat it, since we have to, but it's...not as good." He, at least, has to use some magic to even make it possible to digest, which results in a much smaller return on energy.
Tapping the spoon idly against his skull, now, he regards Lucas thoughtfully. "i don't think you'd need to deliberately do anything. monsters with healing magic don't need to, uh, heal the food, or anything. it's just...something about you." He gestures at Lucas, before smiling faintly.
"though, uh, the fact that your mom taught you this...might make a difference, too. emotion and intentions mean a lot, to us. usually for worse. sometimes for better." Good memories were as good as a fine spice. Even sad ones could add their own sort of flavor.