FlowerFell番外篇 Unexpected（4）(11)

“Absolutely not my child,” Toriel was the one to answer, “we know not what paint fumes would do to you.”
Sans nodded in agreement as he pried open a paint can, a soft buttercup yellow. “why can’t we just use magic an’ get this done in minutes?” Sans asked as Toriel handed him a paint tray and a roller.
“Skeleton, we are bonding,” her words were kind but voice low and gravely. Turning back to her child she beamed, “perhaps you can make lunch for us? If that is not too much trouble? Do not overexert yourself dear.”