[Sans's grin widens with genuine mirth, moving past what what is really just his natural resting grin-face. Does his mouth close further than that? Not really. He laughs approvingly - really, he thinks hers is even better than his own, he's always known she was good - and stands up along with her a bit more energetically than he might have.]

Well, I was thinking of taking a nap, but I've been told sleeping in the presence of strange dimensional spaces is bad idea. And that about clears up my schedule.

[He'll follow along, even if he doesn't have high hopes of being proactive here.]