Stuff like that ... Lambert frowns, thinking about the notes he'd briefly skimmed. DNA's not a term he's familiar with, but he did know some of the other words there.

"That's got something to do with genes, right?" While he speaks, the Noibat's not-inconsiderable snout twitches, scenting the air. After a moment or two longer, weighing its desire for the bean and potential danger from the other two occupants of the room, it finally takes wing, fluttering over to Sans to snatch the bean from his hand, wrapping its feet around the skeleton's wrist and dangling from it upside down while it devours the bean in messy, chomping bites.