It's odd, to hear her laugh at a joke he thought solely for himself. There it was again, that disparity of experience. Did the Sans she know tell her about his history? Heck, tell her about his lab?

Hard to imagine any version of himself that would be so careless, but then again. This was Toriel. She had a certain way of drawing things out of him, no matter how hard he resisted.

"Heh, well, give me a recipe, and I'll give it a go. Measuring is something I'm passable at. I don't have an artist's eye like Pap, though."