[Sans folds in his wings a little more to give Papyrus space on the couch, which is something he has to do in particular because he's sitting closer to Papyrus than usual.] I got a fire extinguisher, but yeah, it'll run out before tomorrow on its own. [Sans is at least a little more cautious about fire safety than Papyrus. A little.] I can rearrange it for you once you fix the fuel stuff, if you want. [Okay, so the levels of effort involved here are probably moving into the wild range with that offer. Sans leans in to try and steal a piece of chocolate, meanwhile.]