[Satisfied only stealing one piece of Papyrus's candy, at least for now, he settles down on the couch next to his brother.] Yeah, it's way easier. Not that I did a lot of digging back home. [Still, he did occasionally at least poke at the dirt with a shovel when Papyrus really harassed him to help. Sans starts fussing with the wiring of Papyrus's elbow, sorting and smoothing them out motions Papyrus might recognize as the ones Sans uses when he's preening his wings. Sans doesn't seem aware he's doing it.] And you don't have to worry about the snow melting and putting the fire out.