"Wish I could say the same." Sans shrugs, eye sockets scanning the lush foliage. It didn't feel like home to him, so much as a place he wishes was home. Home, to Sans, was cramped caverns and endless snow. He didn't mind it so much -- there was Grillby's, the inn, his house, the door...

But of course, that's the thing that feels most like home of everything -- Toriel. Her voice acts as an instant sedative to his nerves and fears. In retrospect, it's no real wonder why he gets all his best sleep with her around. Smile settling into something more genuine, Sans elbows her gently in the side before stretching. His bones crack impressively as he flexes them over his head.

"But, y'know, it's pretty great. I'm not complaining."