[Looking down after feeling something bump your leg and seeing a monstrous skull should be something terrifying; Jacky just grins and drops down to rub the smooth plane between his eyes.] Aw, loo'keh ye! Who's a good dog! Who's a good dog!
[Looking back up at Sans, she grins at him.] 'lo, Sans! Ain'cha supposed to be workin'?
who can resist petting a pupper? not jacky
[Looking back up at Sans, she grins at him.] 'lo, Sans! Ain'cha supposed to be workin'?