Laughing again, Sans leans back, letting his skull fwump against the soft grass with a sigh. It's no surface, but it sure beats Waterfall when it comes to a facsimile of it.

"Heh, no kidding she does." For a moment, Sans looks a little wistful. Maybe even a little sad? It's hard to tell, when your face only seems to make one expression. "Your Mom's the best, you really lucked with her, kid."