[Kipo wanders to the back, digging through the supplies. She manages to pile up a few abandoned wreaths, bringing them over to Sans and placing them on him.]
You almost look like a Christmas tree.
I'm sorry I can't do more than this. If I had my jaguar form, I could keep both of us warm.
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[Kipo wanders to the back, digging through the supplies. She manages to pile up a few abandoned wreaths, bringing them over to Sans and placing them on him.]
You almost look like a Christmas tree.
I'm sorry I can't do more than this. If I had my jaguar form, I could keep both of us warm.