Sans gives this offer some due consideration. On the one hand, for all that Lucas seems mildly unimpressed with his own efforts, Sans isn't at all certain he would be able to do better. His cooking skills are limited and specific.
On the other hand, thinking back to his experiment with the hot dogs, S-4 had reacted better than anyone else. There were a lot of potential reasons for that - food made by a monster for a monster was monster food by most definitions, and their souls were very similar. But mostly, Sans wondered if that same effect might make soup for his brother especially as effective if it came from him. At the least, it could make up the difference.
"y'know, why don't you? this is kind of an unpredictable place, after all. good to be prepared, right?" He goes rummaging in one pocket, only to pull his hand back sharply as the contents squeak. Whoops, wrong pocket.
Fortunately, the other pocket turns up his notebook and pen.
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On the other hand, thinking back to his experiment with the hot dogs, S-4 had reacted better than anyone else. There were a lot of potential reasons for that - food made by a monster for a monster was monster food by most definitions, and their souls were very similar. But mostly, Sans wondered if that same effect might make soup for his brother especially as effective if it came from him. At the least, it could make up the difference.
"y'know, why don't you? this is kind of an unpredictable place, after all. good to be prepared, right?" He goes rummaging in one pocket, only to pull his hand back sharply as the contents squeak. Whoops, wrong pocket.
Fortunately, the other pocket turns up his notebook and pen.