Sans take that opportunity to just sink down onto the table and to keep yucking it up, though more softly now, resting on his crossed arms. It takes him another ten seconds or so to calm down fully. Phew. That all sort of happened at once, didn't it?

"Nah," he says, sparing her the angst. "That would have been some pretty prime irony, though."

His grin is still there, but it's more tired than anything else, sweat beading on his forehead. Less a smile, and more a bearing of teeth. He feels like this is some kind of cosmic message, all of a sudden.