The wry smile gets a little bigger at that and he chuckles back.

"Well, I like 'em. Kinda makes me think about how we got one in the first place."

Blah blah blah, the surface is actually pretty cool. But seriously. He blinks and tilts his head down at the bench.

"How heavy are they? You know I'm, like, 20 pounds."

Maybe not EXACTLY, but Sans has been picked up and hauled around by more than half his friends and family already. They have to at least have a guess.

That said, he manages to haul them out anyhow. ... And claps them both together.

"Does this count as holding hands?"

Okay, maybe not so seriously.