013.07613 - public channel, d98

[mossbuds]

Okay. I'm bored. So, all'a you pinheads:

What're your favorite foods?

[Lars isn't totally trying to get intel for Psi, deeefintely not...]

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[osteothropy]

Quiche.

[he definitely eats more burgers and fries I'm comparison but that's mostly out of convenience.]

[mossbuds]

That's a really good answer!! Cuz, y'know, eggs—are pretty cool! [lars what] Er, like, versatile! Not cool. Eggs aren't cool. [lars what. there's a distant sound of lars slapping his forehead]

[osteothropy]

Nah. Eggs are super cool.

[YOUR MOVE, LARS.

Meanwhile Sans has no idea what's going on here, but he's gotta still up for his small, round kindred.]

[mossbuds]

RIGHT, I mean, as in, that's just like—a dumb thing to call an ingredient in general! Not that they aren't like—super useful and necessary for like, a ton of food besides quiche,

[Lars is rambling at a fast, nervous pace...........]

[osteothropy]

What about ice cubes? I bet those are cool.

[hur hur hur]

[mossbuds]

Haha! Yeah, totally! I mean, literally, definitely! At least.

[why does Lars sound like he's in physical pain. there's a small "ugh"]

[osteothropy]

[oh my god what is going on with this kid right now. Sans chuckles quietly, but is officially taking a step back because he isn't sure what to make of that. No one finds his jokes that funny.]

I had a friend get me into baking a while back. Wouldn't call myself an expert or anything, but it's not a bad way to pass an evening.

[c'mon Lars... Talk about baking like a normal person... You can do it.]

[mossbuds]

You bake?

[osteothropy]

Sometimes. She kept giving me these awesome pie recipes so I figured I'd give them a try. Why the hell not, right?

[mossbuds]

[LARS IS STRUGGLING. He doesn't want to say what he thinks, because he honestly thinks it's super cool Sans bakes. He wants to know what kinda pies! And also, wouldn't it be like.... fun to maybe bake together, or something, besides being terrible and embarrassing. But no:]

Because it's lame?

[Lars immediately feels awful and disingenuous.]

[osteothropy]

[Lol what. Sans isn't the least bit offended because he doesn't really care what anyone thinks about baking, but he's also not really sure what Lars is trying to accomplish. Maybe nothing.]

So... Lemme guess. You're enthusiastic about the many uses of eggs in a purely theoretical sense, huh?

1/2 also

[mossbuds]

[FUCK]

[mossbuds]

...Yes.

[osteothropy]

You should give the real thing a shot sometime. It's kinda fun.

[mossbuds]

[Lars wants to be contrary to preserve his stupid image that doesn't even actually exist in anyone's mind! But he also can't be contrary to someone he admires. It's like a fuckin' trap.]

...Yeah, maybe.

[osteothropy]

Hit me up.


If you wanna bake.....

[Maybe in more ways than one.]

[mossbuds]

—W-wait, really??

[osteothropy]

Sure. Probably shouldn't do it in my trailer 'cause it's otherwise occupied, but there's plenty of places around the carnival that do the trick.

[mossbuds]

The, uh...

I mean, the cookhouse is probably alright to use—y'know, at night, after dinner hours and stuff.

[osteothropy]

Yeah, sure. Lemme know if you're got a free evening during the performance week. I can probably clear my work schedule a little.

[mossbuds]

Uh... Y-yeah, alright! Sure. I'll, uh, let you know, or...whatever.

[osteothropy]

Cool.

[Here's hoping the kid actually gets back to him.]

[mossbuds]

[PROBABLY NOT]