[ Sans just has a way of making the ground look so comfy that Lambert can't help plopping down next to him, kicking his feet out and letting the jar rest by his side. Whatever world they're parked in now, the sky's not entirely like it is back home: two moons hang close enough that Lambert almost thinks he can reach out and snatch them away. ]
For being the Warden, you're a real lazybones.
[ Lambert and tact are barely acquainted on a good day. ]
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[ Sans just has a way of making the ground look so comfy that Lambert can't help plopping down next to him, kicking his feet out and letting the jar rest by his side. Whatever world they're parked in now, the sky's not entirely like it is back home: two moons hang close enough that Lambert almost thinks he can reach out and snatch them away. ]
For being the Warden, you're a real lazybones.
[ Lambert and tact are barely acquainted on a good day. ]