Sans stares at Greg for a few moments, apparently completely disarmed by that question. That makes it sound so simple, but at the same time... is it complicated? Sans just doesn't know, because he's never done it. At least, not that he remembers.

A snort bubbles out of him, like surprised laughter. He bundles his arms in his hoodie, looking down at their mutual feet.

"Dunno," he says, finally, with a note of quiet humour. "Sounds like a lot of responsibility."