"i guess so. but i don't really know a lot of good dog jokes. you could ask sans, though. he knows a lot of any jokes." Serif had never really picked up his other self's talent.

He takes a step back a bit when Madoka extends...so many limbs, wow. But he still looks impressed, rather than unnerved. He chuckles, a bit, though the sound of it makes him pause. He's still not used to how he sounds when he laughs. He doesn't sound like himself at all. "yeah, i do that for my brother sometimes. don't worry - it just means you're her favorite person."

He mimes throwing a lot of snowballs at once. "she probably wouldn't have to let you win now, though. sorry if it's rude to ask, but what are you normally?"