Sans’ expression dropped momentarily before a blue blush graced his face and his grin returned full-fledged. He snorted a loud laugh in response and fiddled with the fluffy rim of his coat.
“Ah I can’t now Tori, that’s your pun not mine. After all that’d be bone-i-fied theft.”
He clicks his teeth then gives a guffaw of a chuckle in response to his own silliness.
Toriel does her best to keep her laughter at a low snicker but fails miserably thanks to such a wonderful pun.
“I’m sure you could come up with an even more humerus pasta pun to tell him.”
It seems they both are rather silly today, but there is nothing wrong with that. She takes a small breath before speaking again; all this laughing has left her winded.
“I was thinking about trying a new pie recipe today but Frisk is spending the day with Undyne, and pie is only good when you have company. So I was hoping that you might like to help me see if this recipe will be any good or not.”