[When it came to roughing it, Sans had a spotty track record. On the one hand, he came from a people who single handedly rebuilt their civilization (twice) out of nothing after being shut away from all they knew.
But also, y'know, that was then. They microwaves and Undernet and central heating now. That tinder your own flame urgency of his ancestors was now a thing of the past. The most roughing it Sans had ever done was when he was a kid, and that felt so distant it barely counted.
Still. Even he knew the problem with Peter's fire. They hadn't talked since Peter's apology -- not out of malice on his part so much as simply... not knowing what to say -- but Sans had a soft spot for the pathetic. And you'd be hard pressed to find a more pathetic sight than Peter.
From his spot leaning against one of the trees circling the informal Audentes campsite, Sans doesn't bother getting up. Instead he raises his voice enough to be heard, skull turned towards where Peter sits.]
Your wood's wet. [He offers, striking a more academic tone than condescending.] That's why it's sending up a buncha smoke.
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But also, y'know, that was then. They microwaves and Undernet and central heating now. That tinder your own flame urgency of his ancestors was now a thing of the past. The most roughing it Sans had ever done was when he was a kid, and that felt so distant it barely counted.
Still. Even he knew the problem with Peter's fire. They hadn't talked since Peter's apology -- not out of malice on his part so much as simply... not knowing what to say -- but Sans had a soft spot for the pathetic. And you'd be hard pressed to find a more pathetic sight than Peter.
From his spot leaning against one of the trees circling the informal Audentes campsite, Sans doesn't bother getting up. Instead he raises his voice enough to be heard, skull turned towards where Peter sits.]
Your wood's wet. [He offers, striking a more academic tone than condescending.] That's why it's sending up a buncha smoke.