[Unless the astronomy police roll into town and make them stop crafting their own lore, they can definitely decide things like that. Papyrus might start making up his own constellations just for fun. But for now...]
What, two bears? [He almost regrets the question, interrupting Sans on a roll as it is. But he follows Sans's finger and sees the second ladle quickly enough.] Oh! There it is.
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What, two bears? [He almost regrets the question, interrupting Sans on a roll as it is. But he follows Sans's finger and sees the second ladle quickly enough.] Oh! There it is.