[There's a visible flicker of confusion across Terra's face at the mention of dinner, a quick pinch of the eyebrows that smoothes right out.
Ah. It must be some manner of social ritual in this guy's world. Food before... someone else's magic. Doesn't make much sense to him, but that's social rituals from different worlds for you a lot of the time. You don't gotta understand them, but you gotta respect them.
Good thing he figured that out.
His smile's back, just a little more casual than it was moments ago. He clasps the proffered hand, phalanges and metacarpals and all, and nods his head in what is effectively a very shallow bow.]
Sans. Nice to meet you.
[Sans is not wrong in his thinking that humans are strange.]
I don't bite, either.
[And some of them are stranger than others, no question about it.]
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Ah. It must be some manner of social ritual in this guy's world. Food before... someone else's magic. Doesn't make much sense to him, but that's social rituals from different worlds for you a lot of the time. You don't gotta understand them, but you gotta respect them.
Good thing he figured that out.
His smile's back, just a little more casual than it was moments ago. He clasps the proffered hand, phalanges and metacarpals and all, and nods his head in what is effectively a very shallow bow.]
Sans. Nice to meet you.
[Sans is not wrong in his thinking that humans are strange.]
I don't bite, either.
[And some of them are stranger than others, no question about it.]
How long have you been here?